Says Mister Doojabs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFF GGHHII JJKLJM AANNOO PPQQAA RRSSPP AATUJJ| Well eight months ago one clear cold day | A |
| I took a ramble up Broadway | A |
| And with my hands behind my back | B |
| I strolled along on the streetcar track | B |
| I walked on the track for walking there | C |
| Gives one I think a distinguished air | C |
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| Well all of a sudden I felt a jar | D |
| And I said I'll bet that's a trolley car | D |
| And sure enough when I looked to see | E |
| I saw it had run right over me | E |
| And my limbs and things were so scattered about | F |
| That for a moment I felt put out | F |
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| Well the motorman was a nice young chap | G |
| And he came right up and tipped his cap | G |
| And said Beg pardon and was so kind | H |
| That his gentle manner soothed my mind | H |
| Especially as he took such pains | I |
| To gather up my spilt remains | I |
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| Well he found my arms and found my head | J |
| And then in a contrite voice he said | J |
| Say mister I guess I'll have to beg Your pardon | K |
| I can't find your left leg | L |
| And he would have wept but I said | J |
| No no It doesn't matter just let it go | M |
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| Well I went on home and on the way | A |
| I considered what my wife would say | A |
| I knew she would have some sharp reply | N |
| If I let her know I was one leg shy | N |
| So I thought on the whole 'twould be just as well | O |
| For my peace of mind if I didn't tell | O |
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| Well that was the first thing in my life | P |
| That I kept a secret from my wife | P |
| And for eight long months I was in distress | Q |
| To think that I didn't dare confess | Q |
| And I'd probably still feel just that way | A |
| If it hadn't come 'round to Christmas Day | A |
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| Well in good old customs I still believe | R |
| So I hung up my stocking Christmas Eve | R |
| A brand new left one I'd never worn | S |
| And when I looked in it Christmas morn | S |
| There was my leg as large as life | P |
| With a ticket on it From your wife | P |
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| Well my wife had had it stored away | A |
| In cotton since last Easter Day | A |
| When she ran across it quite by chance | T |
| In the left hip pocket of my pants | U |
| And the only reproachful thing she said | J |
| Was Look out or some day you'll lose your head | J |
Ellis Parker Butler
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