Exalted Above His Fellows

Amelia Galli-Curci, I presume, is justly proud Of the voice that wins the plaudits of Chicago’s opera crowd; The kaiser, very likely, is as chesty as can be When he thinks of those courageous Teuts who fight for Germany; Chick glows at his successes in the ancient Scottish game; The relatives of Willard thrill at the mention of his name; Frazee swells up to think that he now owns the Boston Sox; But John’s the proudest thing on earth since he got the chicken pox.

Successes in the market have no doubt made Lawson glad; Ohio State is tickled pink about the year it had; The friends of Col. Lowden must be overcome with joy To realize that he is now the Gov. of Illinois; It makes Chief Henley happy that he kept the lid down tight; It cheers the Lake Shore drive to think it wasn’t robbed last night; But no one’s joy can be as great by many city blocks As my son John’s since he acquired a case of chicken pox.

Daddy’s beneath all notice, for no doctor calls on him; A fig for Bill who isn’t ill! A sneer for healthy Jim! Who’s read to when he’s asked to be? Who’s promptly waited on? Who’s salved and pitied when he cries? No one but my son John. If it would please me half as much to scratch and scratch and scratch, I’d buy myself a germing net and see what I could catch. If I could get one-third his fun from medicine and docs I would not be a day without a case of chicken pox.