“FR-R-RAISH PEANUTS.”
Who is this man of mighty voice
Who bids all human kind rejoice—
Who visits bleacher and grand-stand
With roasted rapture in his hand?
“Peanuts! Fr-r-raish peanuts!”
Who, when the umpire shouts: “Play ball!”
Hears with disdain the feeble call.
And whose own stentor-modeled lungs
Drown out the noise of many tongues?