And shortly learned the game herself—she plays it famously—

Which left us children orphans, I and all my brothers three.

“They play it here, they play it there, they play it everywhere;

No matter what the weather, be it wet or be it fair,

And for the cares of golf they’ve dropped their every other care.

“And so it is that we poor lads are forced to leave our home,

And join the ranks of caddy boys who o’er the fields do roam

In search of little golf-balls in the sunlight and the gloam;

“For some day we are hoping that our eyes again will see

Our most beloved parents on some putting-green or tee;

A sight to gladden all our hearts if it should ever be.”

And lo—I looked upon that boy—his face was sweet and sad,

And to my heart there came a twinge, for in that little lad

I recognized my eldest son—I was that wicked dad!

And now together we are out on links at home and far.

He and his three small brothers with their shamed, repentant pa,

A-looking here and looking there to find their dear mamma.

GARRULOUS WISDOM

I know a wondrous man—my neighbor he;

I know

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