hardly a whisper, page-3

Twas the night before the announce, when all through Hotcopper,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the super gene soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Fortesque danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our stress for a long night’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

And in a red railcar sat a Kloppers with a JV,
I knew in a moment it must be B. H .P.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called Brockman by name!