How many ribs have you, my boy, tell me, Dickie Gray?
And wiggling, giggling Dickie very promptly made reply,
"Dear teacher, I must tell the truth, for I could never lie,
But as for ribs I cannot say how many I possess,
For I'm too awful ticklish to count them, I confess."
The Young Mail Carrier
(Written for Mr. and Mrs. W. F. Wocher, Indianapolis, Ind.)
Young Billy from his lovely home disappeared one day,
And when his mother missed her lad she thought he'd run away,