But he didn’t care a button for that interesting fact;
All he wanted was to reach those curious urns and take them down.
(Alas! the shelf was several feet above his little crown.)
There came a sudden avalanche, and flat upon the floor
He lay, sprinkled with the ashes of a century or more!
A portion of his grandpa ran in torrents down his neck,
And ’round him all his great-great aunts were lying by the peck.
He had Pilgrim Fathers in his shoes, all trickling ’round his toes;
He had grandmas in his hair, and he had cousins in his nose,
And, worst of all, a fragment of the late lamented Jane