CHECKER-BOARDERS AND KEYSTONERS
There was an old person, J. B.,
An old Public Func-tion-arie; [agreed,
When they swore, "We'll secede!" he just smiled, "I'm
"You've a sure friend, you know, in J. B.
There was a smart lawyer named W———
Who from Union men made quite a fortun';
But his wealth he despised, with Secesh fraternized,
This apo-state-olical W———.
There was a twistortulous Heed,
Who hoped that Secesh might succeed;
For he said, "It's my natur' to act like a traitor,
Since it runs in the joints of a Heed."
There once was a Copperhead Diddle,
Who played to the Heed second fiddle;
When they said, "It is small!" it replied, not at all,
Says he, "I ain't dead—as a live Copperhead
I'm a squirmulous vermiform Wriggler."
There was an old servant called Peter,
So moody in humor and feature
Because the good people from the church with a steeple
Expelled this old saturnine Peter.
There was a sharp lawyer, one P-,
Whose thoughts never got through his still lips;
And all he would say was "ah!" "h'm!" "oh!" and "ay
This pauciloquent person named P-.
There was a neat sarpent—a Coiler—
True son of the ancient Beguiler;
Who told such a whopper, he burst out his copper,
And frightfully fractured his biler.
It's a full-blooded Copperhead Diddle!"
There was an ex-governing Wiggler,
A political huckster and higgler;
Quoth "Aristocracy"
To Fourth Ward "Vulgarity,"
"You are dregs, I am froth; and our interests both
Are opposed to this working, d'ye see!"