Stomach-ache

O My Goodness!!
Something I must take.
A pill...I must,
For the stomach-ache.

I ate my supper,
A while ago.
I knew I should,
So I could grow.

I chewed and chewed,
And didn't gulp.
Until I was sure,
That it was pulp.

I hung my head,
Like a circus clown.
And Pa told me,
To eat it down.

Something went wrong,
I drank from my cup.
Then juggle de buggle de, boo,
My supper came up.

E.P. 1908 - 1989