Snickers and Knickers

Grown-ups sure strike me funny, They say such silly things; Like when a feller bumps his head And fills it full of rings.

Some one will holler, "Don't you cry! That didn't hurt at all!" They tap themselves upon the bean, "You see, I didn't bawl."

Oh no, they didn't raise a howl, They wasn't even hurt; But if they'd got it where I did They'd want to bite the dirt.

A kid don't get a break at all, He's got to stand the gaff; No matter if he kilt himself, He still has got to laugh.

For if he hollered like his Pa, When he bumps his sacred shin, The world would think the kid was queer, Gosh, I sure do gotta grin.