Of music he knew not a note

When nine years old, but then,

He studied hard, and in ONE YEAR

This gifted boy was ten!

 

I have a snowplow airplane

That flies a mile a minute.

Then when the snow falls down, it has

A path already in it.

 

Somebody won the Inventors' Prize,

But I, I'm sure, it wasn't;

My invention looks like an umbrella, but ain't,

For when it looks like rain, but doesn't.

 

[From Parade, circa 1940's]