Riley James Whitcomb Little Orphan Annie and Billy Miller's Circus-Show
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo! An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray, An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away, — You better mind yer parents, an' yer teachers fond an' dear, An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about, Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
BILLY MILLERS CIRCUS-SHOW
At Billy Miller's Circus-Show — In their old stable where it's at — The boys pays twenty pins to go, An' gits their money's-worth at that! — 'Cause Billy he can climb an' chalk His stockin'-feet an' purt'-nigh walk A tight-rope – yes, an' ef he fall He'll ketch, an' "skin a cat" – 'at's all!
