Put some at once on hands and face,
For, oh, I fear those dreadful GERMS
May some day make you food for worms!
GROWING THINGS
My dearest friend, John M—, and I, at least our mothers say,
Are growing just as weeds will grow in April and in May.
John's legs they grow so very fast his pants they leave his knees,
His jackets get so very tight they burst if he dare sneeze.