Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 108, May 18th, 1895

Said Pulex the Skipper to Miss Cicada, Do you expect a good Hopping Season this year?
( Some Way after Quisquis. )
Oh, lark, which all the Comiques sing,
And every drunken rowdy pup, too;
Sure you're a vicious, vulgar thing
As ever toper swigged a cup to.
Hints of the boozy and the blue
Surround you; sodden brains you soften;
Yet rhymsters make a song of you,
And rowdies sing it—far too often.
The aim of every loose-lipped lout