For at this little stunt
     I’m the best you ever seen.
     Another stunt of men
     Is the skinning of a grape
     And at this I’ve practised
     Until I’m in fine shape.
     But when it comes to skinning
     That surely is my line
     For every hour I work
     I skin someone but of a dime!
     After school as we were walking up High St. Bill asked me:  
     “What are you going to do to-night?”
     “I guess I’ll work at the posters.” I replied. Are you going to paint them?”
     “Yes; come on over - maybe I’ll skin a paint tube”.
     After supper he came over and we had lots of fun, talking nonsense about everything. I got his picture drawn.[i]