MR. WELLS

On Sunday morning, then he comes

To church, and everybody smells

The blacking and the toilet soap

And camphor balls from Mr. Wells.

He wears his whiskers in a bunch,

And wears his glasses on his head.

I must n't call him Old Man Wells —

No matter — that's what Father said.

And when the little blacking smells

And camphor balls and soap begin,

I do not have to look to know

That Mr. Wells is coming in.