The thing was strange.' CE Brock 1895 The little fools seemed only born And hatched for nothing but a hatchment! Whene'er they launched-oh, sight of wonder! Like fires the water "got them under!" No woman ever gave their lucks A better chance than Mrs. Bond did; At last quite out of heart and ducks, She gave her pond up, and desponded; For Death among the water-lilies, Cried "Duc ad me" to all her dillies! But though resolved to breed no more, She brooded often on this riddle Alas! 'twas darker than before! At last about the summer's middle, What Johnson, Mrs. Bond, or none did, To clear the matter up the Sun did! The thirsty Sirius, dog-like, drank So deep, his furious tongue to cool, The shallow waters sank and sank, And lo, from out the wasted pool, Too hot to hold them any longer, I wish all folks would look a bit, In such a case below the surface ; And when the eels were caught and split By Mrs. Bond, just think of her face, In each inside at once to spy A duckling turned to giblet-pie ! The sight at once explained the case, The tenants of that Eely Place Had found the way to Pick a dilly, And so, by under-water suction, Had wrought the little ducks' abduction. NE day, as I was going by That part of Holborn christened High, I heard a loud and sudden cry That chill'd my very blood; And lo! from out a dirty alley, I saw a crazy woman sally, Bedaub'd with grease and mud. She turn'd her East, she turn'd her West, With streaming hair and heaving breast, This way and that she wildly ran, Her right hand held a frying pan, The left a lump of beef. At last her frenzy seem'd to reach As wild as ocean birds, Or female Ranter mov'd to preach, "Oh Lord! oh dear, my heart will break, I shall go stick stark staring wild! Has ever a one seen anything about the streets like a crying lost-looking child? Lawk help me, I don't know where to look, or to run, if I only knew which way A child as is lost about London streets, and especially Seven Dials, is a needle in a bottle of hay. I am all in a quiver-get out of my sight, do, you wretch, you little Kitty M'Nab! |