It's that time of year when the poem 'Little Orphant Annie' by James Whitcomb Riley comes to mind. I decided to verify my memory of it, and I hit a snag on the little boy who wouldn't say his prayers, and when he went to bed at night, way up the stairs....


All they ever found was just his pants and roundabout.

Roundabout? I remember roustabout.

Does anybody have an old book with this poem in it? I'd like to know whether it's roundabout or roustabout.