From the Perth Amboy Evening News, January 3, 1913. My pa says, “Step lively, son, An’ do as you are bid.” My sister, too, the biggest one, Calls out, “I want you, kid!” Ma wants some kindlin’ from below Or somethin’ else like that, An’ grandpa’s goin’ out, an’ so I’ve got to hunt his hat. If I start out to go an’ play— It doesn’t matter when— Somebody ‘fore I get away Will call me back again. An’ when they git me back about? The only thing they do Is look at me an’ holler out, “I’ve got a job for you!” It makes no difference how I try, Them jobs is never done. ‘Cause ‘fore I git one finished, why, They find another one. An’ if I have some doggone task An’ go to play instead They all say they’re surprised an’ ask, “Whatever ails the kid?” You bet I know what ails me too. I ain’t no reg’lar dunce. They always want that I should do Too many jobs at once. But I don’t see why they should call Me “lazybones.” Well, yes, The thing that ails me most of all Is too much folks, I guess.