THE COMING OF BAY

Bay does n't stay in the stars any more;

He did n't much cry nor care

When God pushed him out of a big star door

Into the everywhere.

I ringed him up on the telephome

And down he flied to me!

Did n't you know how Bay came home?

I got the push-cart, see?

And wheeled him in the front-yard door

Just one way and another,

I did n't make mud-marks on the floor,

Or scratch the paint on the front-way door,

‘ Cos I am a careful brother;

I putted him into the new white cot,

I covered him up till he grew quite hot,

And then called mother to see;

So Bay does n't stay in the stars any more

But only with mother and me.