"Say, Songbird, how much is that poetry by the yard--or do you sell it by the ton ?" he went on.
At the sound of Tom's voice the would-be poet gave a start.

But he quickly recovered.

He scowled for a moment and then took on a look of resignation.
"You've spoiled one of the best thoughts I ever had," he said.
"Don't you believe it, Songbird," answered Tom.

"I've heard you make up poetry worth ten times that.

Don't you remember that little sonnet you once composed, entitled 'Who Put Ink in Willie's Shoes ?' It was great, grand, sublime!" "I never wrote such a sonnet!" cried Songbird.