H. O. A.

There is a club of Henderson boys,
Begun the other day,
They have a judge and awful court
And call it H. O. A.
These boys pay fines for all misdeeds
And save them, so they say,
'Till they've enough for a royal feast,
This wondrous H. O. A.
This last the purpose of their lives
And to it day by day
They bend their thoughts and even dreams,
This joyous H. O. A.

Hayseed! 'Taters! Pumpkin! Squash!
We're H. O. A.'s! Yes by gosh!