HE'S A FIDGIT-BUM

HE'S A FIDGIT-BUM

He's a fidgit-bum
His mother said
He heard her
From his bed.
He never sits still
He's always on the move
He'll never settle
To success
He'll always be a mess

Right was she
For college years
He ran and swam
He laughed and sang
With Joan and Jane
And Fran and Nan
He drank and drank
And failed
His last exam

He flitted here
He flitted there
Job to job he jumped
Road sweeping
Collecting dust
Washing windows
He could reach
Then he decided
He should teach

He taught both math
And history too
He made his kids
Both smile and laugh
He jump from equations
To the League of Nations
From point to point to point
They remembered every fidgit.