_by Anthony H. Euwer._
_Illustration by the Author._
The awfullest thing that ever yet wuz
Is the Rackelty-snackelty-gagelty-guz,
That don’t eat nothin’ but little boys—
A crunchin’ their bones with the terriblest noise.
If ever I see him floppin’ around
I’ll dig a big hole down into the ground
And crawl away in till he loses the scent,
Not even breathin’ until he has went.
I guess that’ll fool Mr. Guz all right—
But I hope he don’t come when it’s late at night!
[Illustration:
“_The awfullest thing that ever yet wuz_
_Is the Rackelty-snackelty-gagelty-guz_.”]
Paul, the Piano-Mover;