When Fritz, the Janitor's bad kid,
Went snooping in the basement,
He found a rocket snugly hid
Beneath the window casement.
He struck a match with one fell swoop;
Then, on the concrete kneeling,
He lit the rocket and—she—oop!
It shot up through the ceiling.
The Steiners on the floor above
Of breakfast were partaking;
Crash! came the rocket, unannounced,
And set... more...