ACCIDENT ON THE WAY TO NURSERY
“My noble men,” the Captain said,
“We’ll take a change of air,
And look into the nursery,
And rout the Imps in there.
The children’s health must be preserved—
No duty is more plain—
So we will purify their room,
And thus their favor gain.”
So up two flights of stairs they marched,
But ere they reached the top,
A clumsy private tripped and fell—
He thought he’d never stop!
It was a quite extended trip,
And rough at every point;
It landed him down in the hall,
And sore in every joint.
But Borax poultice well applied
At once relieved his pain—
So up he jumped and climbed the stair,
And joined his friends again.
Then in the nursery they went—
This noble Borax band—
And sure enough there was a host
Of grimy Imps on hand.
“My! How this pony’s anger burned! Although it didn’t smoke!”