THE HOBO BAND
The roads are good and the weather's grand,
So I'm off to play in the Hobo Band;
With a gaspipe flute and a cowhide drum
I'm going to make the music come.
With a toot, toot, toot, and a dum, dum, dum,
Just hear me make the music come!
A BEETLE ON A BROOMSTRAW
A robin and a wren, as they walked along one night,
Saw a big brown beetle on a broomstraw.
Said the robin to the wren: "What a pretty, pretty sight-- That big brown beetle on a broomstraw!"
So they got their plates and knives,
Their children and their wives,
And gobbled up the beetle on the broomstraw.
A silly little mule
Sat on a milking stool
And tried to write a letter to his father.
But he couldn't find the ink,
So he said: "I rather think
This writing letters home is too much bother."