  He was only a little fellow With a very plain little face And his teacher said, With a shake of the head: “Dan never can keep his place.” He was only a little fellow With a mouth neither rosy nor sweet And his father said, With a shake of the head: “Dan always is under my feet.” He was only a little fellow With eyes neither brilliant nor gay And his mother said, With a shake of the head: “Dan always is in my way.” He was only a little fellow With a little turned up nose And his sister said, With a shake of the head: “Dan must keep away from my beaux.” He was only a little fellow With tumbled apron and hair And his brother said, With a shake of the head: “Dan is out of place in there.” He was only a little fellow But at last there came a day When every one said, With a shake of the head: “Dan never was in the way.” He was only a little fellow Yet the neighbors came in to weep While the baby face, In a rose-decked place, Was calm in eternal sleep. He was only a little fellow Who left his books and his play; At the Saviour’s call, Where there’s room for all, He will never more be in the way. |
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