Did you ever find out <br />which of the boys it was <br />Who snapped the toy pistol against my hand? <br />There when the flags were red and white <br />In the breeze and "Bucky" Estil <br />Was firing the cannon brought to Spoon River <br />From Vicksburg by Captain Harris; <br />And the lemonade stands running <br />And the band was playing, <br />To have it all spoiled <br />By a piece of a cap shot under the skin of my hand, <br />And the boys all crowding about me saying: <br />"You'll die of lock-jaw, Charlie, sure." <br />Oh, dear! oh, dear! <br />What chum of mine could have done it?<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/charlie-french/
