An’ then he’d set an’ flosserfize

About the natur an’ the size

Of angels’ wings, an’ think, and gawp,

An’ wonder how they make ’em flop.

He’d calkerlate how long a skid

’Twould take to move the sun, he did;

An’ if the skid was strong an’ prime,

It couldn’t be moved to supper-time.

An’ w’en his wife ’d ask the lout

Ef he wouldn’t kinder waltz about