“Riley”
The Indianapolis Star, Indianapolis, Indiana, October 13, 1913
Say Jim Riley, you for me,
You're the finest that can be;
There are poets everywhere,
But with you they can't compare.
Gee, I like the things you write,
I could read them day and night.
Just the same piece o'er and o'er,
Makes no difference, read some more.
"Out to Old Aunt Mary's," say,
I could read that every day.
And if that one ends too soon,
Then I get "Knee Deep in June."
Let me have "The Raggedy Man,"
I can read it, sure I can;
You'd just as well bring all the rest,
For every one of them's the best.