The scholars who X L at church,
In school will ½ to pay ...”
“Don’t use the word birch,” I panted to Poetry, and he panted back at me, “Why?”
“’Cause it reminds me of beech, and beech reminds me of a beech switch which reminds me of a schoolteacher and that reminds me of school, and——”
Poetry cut in on my sentence and said, “Birch reminds me of a birch tree away up North where we were on our camping trip once, and where I’d like to go again this year. In fact, it’s getting so hot that I don’t see how we can stand not going up there again.”
I looked out of the corner of my right eye at him as we dashed along behind and beside and in front of the gang toward Bumblebee Hill, and said, “I don’t see why we have to stay where it is so hot ALL summer.”
That started him off on his poem again and he get another whole verse in before we reached the bottom of Bumblebee Hill, and had to have most of our wind for climbing and not much for talking. This is the next verse which he puffed out to me, the poem still talking about a schoolteacher and was:
“They can’t C Y he makes them learn
L S N and his rules,
They C K chance to overturn,