THE ROCKET BOOK
When Fritz, the Janitor’s bad kid,
Went snooping in the basement,
He found a rocket snugly hid
Beneath the window casement.
He struck a match with one fell swoop;
Then, on the concrete kneeling,
He lit the rocket and—she—oop!
It shot up through the ceiling.
[Illustration: The basement]
The Steiners on the floor above
Of breakfast were partaking;
Crash! came the rocket, unannounced,
And set them all a-quaking!
It smote a catsup bottle, fair,
And bang! the thing exploded!
And now these people all declare
That catsup flask was loaded.
[Illustration: FIRST FLAT]
Before the fire old Grandpa Hopp
Dozed in his arm-chair big,
When from a trunk the rocket burst
And carried off his wig!
It passed so near his ancient head
He roused up with a start,
And, turning to his grandsons, said,
“You fellows think you’re smart!”
[Illustration: Second flat]
Algernon Bracket, somewhat rash,
Had blown a monster bubble,
When, oh! there came a blinding flash,
But Algy turned in mild disgust,
And called to Mama Bracket,
“Say, did you hear that bubble bu’st?
It made an awful racket!”
[Illustration: THIRD FLAT]
Jo Budd, who’d bought a potted plant,
Was dousing it with water.
He fancied this would make it grow,
And Joseph loved to potter.
Then through the pot the rocket shot
And made the scene look sickly!
“Well, now,” said Jo, “I never thought
That plant would shoot so quickly!”
[Illustration: Fourth flat]
Right here ’tis needful to remark
That Dick and “Little Son”
Were playing with a Noah’s ark
And having loads of fun,
When all at once that rocket, stout,
Up through the ark came blazing!
The animals were tossed about
And did some stunts amazing.
[Illustration: FIFTH FLAT]
A Burglar on the next floor up
The sideboard was exploring.
(The family, with the brindled pup,
Were still asleep and snoring.)