The Heckuses

That may not be the proper way     To spell their name; I cannot say.     I've never seen 'em written out:     I've only heard 'em talked about.     They're coming here tonight to dine,     So says that little son of mine.     But all last week, 'twas just the same;     They were to come, and never came.     And I'm just skeptical enough     To think they're all a myth, a bluff;     Mere creatures of my youngster's brain,     Whose coming he'll await in vain.     And yet to him they're very real.     They own a big black auto'bile.     They work downtown, and they'll arrive     Out here at one-two-three-four-five.     The Heckuses are four all told.     There's Mrs. H. who's very old,     And Baby Heckus, and a lad     Named Tom, and Bill, the Heckus dad.     Beyond this point I can't describe     The fascinating Heckus tribe.     I can but wonder how he came     To think of such a lovely name.