“No, a beautiful silver cup,” replied May, “engraved with the winner’s name.”
“Where do we get the cup?”
“Right here.” May picked up one of the tin cups and flourished it.
“How beautiful!” murmured Tad, seeking a more comfortable position for his head. “I’ll take it now, please.”
“Indeed you won’t!” said Matty. “You wait until we’ve said our verses. Now go ahead, Rod, please.”
“I guess I’ve forgotten it now,” replied Rodney, wrinkling his brow. “No, I haven’t. Here it is:
“There was a young fellow named Mudge
Who tried up a steep hill to trudge,
He fell on his back
With a horrible crack,