"MY BOY! COME IN! COME IN!
Well, he's never comin' back here.
If he comes to any harm,
If he falls an' sprains his arm.
If he slips and breaks his leg,
He can hobble about an' beg.
He can—Who is that boy out there, Jane.
Skulkin' 'long by the railroad track,
Head an' feet all bare, Jane,
One eye dressed in black?