Said his poor little mother to me to-day.
“He smiles at me an’ says ‘Ma—I’m small!
An’ I always thought I was awful tall!’
An’ he’s just as happy as he can be
When he thinks he’s a wee boy—deary me!”
And I said “Mrs. Cooning—now don’t you fret.
I guess God will know how to handle him yet.”
And she said “Well—he has been a famous man
In them shows!”—So—we all do the best we can.
He’s a terrible problem to bathe and lift,