Moon Over Mamie Poem by Walt Kelly

O, Mamie minded Momma
'Til one day in Singapore
A sailor man from Turkestan
Came knocking at the door.

The way he knocked
On knob and lock
It shook her to the core.
She eyed the clock
Twixt tick and tock
And sighed a snappy snore.

Raise raise the raisin!
No rising ruse will reign
With bitter pitter patter
Upon my windowpane!

"Oh, please no longer potter
Upon my poppa's pane."
Mamie mocked the merchantman
Who knocked with might and main.