Classic Poem

Behold the Comic Supplement Child,
His ways are rough and his manner wild.
He clips off his sister's golden hair,
And he puts big tacks on his teacher's chair.
But you hardly can blame the misguided youth
If his manner is crude and his speech uncouth,
For just think of the awful example he's had,
And consider the Comic Supplement Dad.

The father who lives on the comic strip
Has six mangy hairs on his upper lip,
And his shoe is as big as a small-sized barge,
And his clothing is several sizes too large,
And his body grows stiff, and he falls straight back,
When the Supplement Child makes a funny crack,
So you can't blame the child for his ill-bred play
When he sees his own father behaving that way.

So pity the Comic Supplement Lad,
For really at heart he is not so bad.
Though he blows up his schoolhouse with dynamite,
Pours glue in the baby's bed at night,
Drops wriggly worms down his mother's back,
Puts a great big rock on the railroad track,
Though hundreds are killed, yet you know it's done
In a spirit of harmless and innocent fun.

So consider his motives, and don't be riled
At the pranks of the Comic Supplement Child.