Fill us full of canned goods, Fill us full of ham, Fill us full of applesauce, Fill us full of jam; We await the Pickle Boat, On the dock we stand With our mouths awaterin', Pennies in our hand. When we heard the whistle blow, Down the stairs we ran; Phyllis eats 'most anything— Hurry, hurry, Man! Fill us with banana oil, Milk from out the can, Fill us full of chewin' gum, Take our pennies, Man; Give us sumthin' awful sweet For an achin' tooth; And for Dudley's stummik's sake One more Baby Ruth. Till our mothers pump us out, Who will ever know What gave us the stummik ache And made us holler so? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANSON D'AUTOMNE by PAUL VERLAINE HOW CYRUS LAID THE CABLE [JULY 29, 1866] by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE EAGLE; A FRAGMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON WHERE LIES THE LAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON VENUS ARISING FROM THE SEA by ANTIPATER OF SIDON |