The boy stood on the bathroom mat,
A matchbox in his hand,
The Geyser, new the day before,
He did not understand.

He scarcely dared to touch the thing
Without his father's word;
His father, wrapped in sleep above,
Slept on and never heard.

He called aloud: "Say, father, say,
The gas or water first?
If I turn on the gas before,
Say, will the Geyser burst?"

"Speak, father!" once again, he cried;
"I dare not try alone!"
And still no answer came to him,
The snores went snoring on.

He shouted but once more aloud:
Won't no one show me how?"
And then advanced with lighted match,
And lit the gas first - OW!"

The Geyser and the Gallant Child,
The Bath - ha where are they?
Ask of the maid who lost her place
For sweeping them away.