THE CHARGE OF THE "BUSTLE."
FORWARD the Big Bustle!
Down the long street rustle,
Sweeping the street Arab
Into the gutter;
Swells to the right of it,
Swells to the left of it.
Cane, stick, and eyeglass,
All in a flutter!
Loud cries the errand-boy,
"Big Bustle there, ahoy!"
And the respectable
Citizens stare—
Reckless of every one,
On goes the "haughty one,"
Sweeping past houses,
Terrace and square.
But look, the low'ring sky
Portends a storm is nigh;
While men on all sides
Gallantly throng;
Swells to the right of it,
Swells to the left of it,
Blue Bustle charges,
Sweeping along.
Ah, 'tis a rainy day!
Streams flood the muddy way,
And the fair ornament
Cheeky cads hustle;
Homeward it now retreats,
Flies from the crowded streets,
Safe at last! ah, but not—
Not the same Bustle!
Judy, 17th April 1872.