Mr. Wells

On Sunday morning, then he comes To church, and everybody smells The blacking and the toilet soap And camphor balls from Mr. Wells.

He wears his whiskers in a bunch, And wears his glasses on his head. I mustn't call him Old Man Wells-- No matter--that's what Father said.

And when the little blacking smells And camphor balls and soap begin, I do not have to look to know That Mr. Wells is coming in.