When We First Played "show" Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDBDB EFGFCHIH GJKJLMNM OC PCQBOB ORORCPOP GSOSOCTC UVQWABCB| Wasn't it a good time | A |
| Long Time Ago | B |
| When we all were little tads | C |
| And first played Show | B |
| When every newer day | D |
| Wore as bright a glow | B |
| As the ones we laughed away | D |
| Long Time Ago | B |
| - | |
| Calf was in the back lot | E |
| Clover in the red | F |
| Bluebird in the pear tree | G |
| Pigeons on the shed | F |
| Tom a chargin' twenty pins | C |
| At the barn and Dan | H |
| Spraddled out just like The | I |
| 'Injarubber' Man | H |
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| Me and Bub and Rusty | G |
| Eck and Dunk and Sid | J |
| 'Tumblin' on the sawdust | K |
| Like the A rabs did | J |
| Jamesy on the slack rope | L |
| In a wild retreat | M |
| Grappling back to start again | N |
| When he chalked his feet | M |
| - | |
| Wasn't Eck a wonder | O |
| In his stocking tights | C |
| - | |
| Wasn't Dunk his leaping lion | P |
| Chief of all delights | C |
| Yes and wasn't Little Mack | Q |
| Boss of all the Show | B |
| Both Old Clown and Candy Butcher | O |
| Long Time Ago | B |
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| Sid the Bareback Rider | O |
| And oh me oh my | R |
| Bub the spruce Ring master | O |
| Stepping round so spry | R |
| In his little waist and trousers | C |
| All made in one | P |
| Was there a prouder youngster | O |
| Under the sun | P |
| - | |
| And NOW who will tell me | G |
| Where are they all | S |
| Dunk's a sanatorium doctor | O |
| Up at Waterfall | S |
| Sid's a city street contractor | O |
| Tom has fifty clerks | C |
| And Jamesy he's the Iron Magnate | T |
| Of The Hecla Works | C |
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| And Bub's old and bald now | U |
| Yet still he hangs on | V |
| Dan and Eck and Little Mack | Q |
| Long long gone | W |
| But wasn't it a good time | A |
| Long Time Ago | B |
| When we all were little tads | C |
| And first played Show | B |
James Whitcomb Riley
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