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THE BOW-LEG BOY

Eugene Field

Who should come up the road one day

But the doctor-man in his two-wheel shay!

And he whoaed his horse and he cried "Ahoy!

I have brought you folks a bow-leg boy!

Such a cute little boy!

Such a funny little boy!

Such a dear little bow-leg boy!"

 

He took out his box and he opened it wide,

And there was the bow-leg boy inside!

And when they saw that cunning little mite,

They cried in a chorus expressive of delight:

"What a cute little boy!

What a funny little boy!

What a dear little bow-leg boy!"

 

Observing a strict geometrical law,

They cut out his panties with a circular saw;

Which gave such a stress to his oval stride

That the people he met invariably cried:

"What a cute little boy!

What a funny little boy!

What a dear little bow-leg boy!"

 

They gave him a wheel and away he went

Speeding along to his heart's content;

And he sits so straight and he pedals so strong

That the folks all say as he bowls along:

"What a cute little boy!

What a funny little boy!

What a dear little bow-leg boy!"

 

With his eyes aflame and his cheeks aglow,

He laughs "aha" and he laughs "oho";

And the world is filled and thrilled with the joy

Of that jolly little human, the bow-leg boy--

The cute little boy!

The funny little boy!

The dear little bow-leg boy!

 

If ever the doctor-man comes _my_ way

With his wonderful box in his two-wheel shay,

I'll ask for the treasure I'd fain possess--

Now, honest Injun! can't you guess?

Why, a cute little boy--

A funny little boy--

A dear little bow-leg boy!