THE HECKUSES

That may not be the proper way

To spell their name; I cannot say.

I've never seen‘ em written out:

I've only heard‘ em talked about.

They're coming here tonight to dine,

So says that little son of mine.

But all last week,‘ twas just the same;

They were to come, and never came.

And I'm just skeptical enough

To think they're all a myth, a bluff;

Mere creatures of my youngster's brain,

Whose coming he'll await in vain.

And yet to him they're very real.

They own a big black auto'bile.

They work downtown, and they'll arrive

Out here at one-two-three-four-five.

The Heckuses are four all told.

There's Mrs. H. who's very old,

And Baby Heckus, and a lad

Named Tom, and Bill, the Heckus dad.

Beyond this point I can n't describe

The fascinating Heckus tribe.

I can but wonder how he came

To think of such a lovely name.