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Show The Knocker. She had a little hammer, She used it with a will, She knocked at everybody They couldn't keep her still; She knocked about her neighbors If they were friends or foes, She knocked about the table, And knocked about her clothes. She knocked at hubby's smoking, About his snoring, too; She knocked about his whistling, And so, perhaps, would you; At last the Reaper claimed her, Her course on earth was run; Her husband then considered Her knocking days were done. But hubby went one evening To see a spirit show, Where always, in the gloaming, The spirits come and go, He heard a spirit knocking ','My wife," he said, "I'll bet! Now isn't she a wonder? By gosh! she's knocking yet!" Yonkers Statesman. |