Mick didn't like spades but was happy to play with his brand new hoe in the garden and was soon tired after building a dyke of earth and rocks. "How Rosie my dyke looks," he remarked to himself, then went to his room to take a nap without taking a shower even though he had a wet back. He didn't notice that he left soil on some of his toys and musical instruments; his mother was a niggard when it came to spending money on cleaning and would complain when she saw the dirty little Jew's Harp lying in the grass although she did keep her house very spic with nary a gook on anything in sight.

Luckily, his mother was gay that evening even though there was a nip in the air. In a fit of japery, she woke her son for dinner, "How is my nappy-headed hoe boy?" She noticed a small bump on his head, "who gave you that beaner, my dirty little Mick?"

"Oh, that, I was trying to fill in a chink in my dyke when I slipped on the slope and hit myself with the pole of the hoe." It made such a wop that pussy was spooked and ran away." His mother replied, "How queer!"