So this was all the food each day,

The bwave young cweachaw had—

One glaws of milk, a cigawette,

Foah cwackers, and some bwead.

He lived on foahteen cents a day,

And cherwished one great passion:

The pwecious pwoject of his soul,

Of being dwessed in fashion.

But when he’d earned a suit entiah,

To his supweme chagwin,