Now it seems to be scarcely credible,

A difficult thing to think,

That such a strange grotesquerie

Was pressed from a drop of ink.

But word for word I tell you,

As true as word can be,

That in its making there was naught

But the blindest chancerie.

Tom and Johnny Make-the-law,

Talkative and lazy,

Standing on a Thingumajig

Comical and crazy.

You are just a pair of Imps,

With but one leg that badly limps.

Gadzooks, Nell Gwynne!

How did you get in?

Did you walk or were you brought

in your chair?

Your dress is perfection

To the smallest section

Of stomacher, quilting and hair.

Said Dr. Spindleshanks,

"I'll stand no silly pranks!"

"You're nothing but a prig!"

Said Dr. Funnywig.

Then, making each a face,

They went off at a pace.

You big Bugaboo!

We didn't want you,

But really now that you've come,

If you keep far away

We'll permit you to stay,

Just as long you keep quite dumb.

Teeny and Tiny Pugnoses

Have discovered two beautiful roses,

But the stems are so tall

They can't reach them at all,

Though they stand on the tips

of their toeses.

You can see by the look of this

big-footed Sprite,

That just the one thing that

affords him delight

Is to give a high jump and land

on your