ut, so
They all was smooth with roundin' bends
An' _chopped_ the fingers inter the ends!
An' when their mother had chewn the head,
She went an' _stuck_ it on, instead!

An' then, when the man was almost done,
They had an awful lots o' fun.
A-walkin' down his stummick was best
To make the buttons onter his vest!
They struck big cartwheels in him for eyes;
His eyes was both tremendous size;
His nose was a barrel--an' then beneath
They used a ladder, to make his teeth!
An' when he was layin' acrost the street
Along come their daddy, as white 's a sheet,--
He was skeert half outer his wits, I guess,
An' he didn't know whatter make o' the mess,--
But Huldy she up an' begun to coax
To have him down town, to skeer the folks!
So her dad he grabbed him offen the street,
An' Willie an' Wallie they took his feet,
An' they dragged him clean down to the Cogswell fountain,
An' stood him up as big as a mountain!
You'd orter seen him a-standin' there,
A-straddlin' Market street in the air!

Well, he stood up straight for a week 'n' a half
An' the folks, Gee! didn't they yell 'n' laff:
The boys clum up his laigs quite bold--
The gum was so soft they got good hold;
The cars run under him day an' night,
An' the people come miles to see the sight!
Well, after he'd stayed as stiff 's a post,
With his head on top o' the roofts almost,
The sun come outer the fog one day
An'--well, I guess you can see the way
That gret big feller begun to melt;--
_Imagine how Willie and Wallie felt!_
For first he cocked his head out some,
An' when the heat got inter the gum
He slowly waved his arms ahead
An' slanted forred, just like he was dead!

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An' all day long he leaned an' bent
Till all expected he would have went
An' pitched right over. They roped the street
To keep the crowd away from his feet.
I tell yer he was a sight; my soul!
Twicet as high as a telegraft pole,
Wavin' his arms an' slumpin' his feet
An' a-starin' away down Market street.

Then, what did I tell yer--that blame old head
Their mother had made a-seprit, instead,--
It fell right off an' squashed a horse!
('T was so soft, it didn't _kill_ him, o' course.)
When his hands got so they touched the ground
A hundred policemen they come around;