Classic Poem

We jest can't git a name fer him — but I'm a-keepin' still!
Ef they name him " William Jinkins, " why, they're shore to call him " Bill! "
The mother thought of " Moses, " but the goodness gracious knows
Ef she ever slaps that name to him he'll trot along as " Mose! "

The preacher said " Ezekiel " wuz the name we orter seek;
But I floored him when I tol' him they would cut it down to " Zeke! "
An' then he sprung " Jehosophat " — but still he met with loss,
Fer I tol' him, shore as preachin', they would halter him to " Hoss! "

We run all through the catalogue, but not a name we foun'
But offered fine inducements fer the folks to cut it down!
But last, the mother up en said — it made the preacher nod: —
" He's sich a heavenly blessin' we'll jest call him " Grace o' God!" "