Queerest little chap he is, <br />Always saying: 'Aw Gee Whiz!' <br />Needing something from the store <br />That you've got to send him for <br />And you call him from his play, <br />Then it is you hear him say: <br /> 'Aw Gee Whiz!' <br /> <br />Seems that most expressive phrase <br />Is a part of childhood days; <br />Call him in at supper time, <br />Hands and face all smeared with grime, <br />Send him up to wash, and he <br />Answers you disgustedly: <br /> 'Aw Gee Whiz!' <br /> <br />When it's time to go to bed <br />And he'd rather play instead, <br />As you call him from the street, <br />He comes in with dragging feet, <br />Knowing that he has to go, <br />Then it is he mutters low: <br /> 'Aw Gee Whiz!' <br /> <br />Makes no difference what you ask <br />Of him as a little task; <br />He has yet to learn that life <br />Crosses many a joy with strife, <br />So when duty mars his play, <br />Always we can hear him say: <br /> 'Aw Gee Whiz!'<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aw-gee-whiz/
