SYMPATHY.
A Colloquy after the Eton and Harrow Cricket Match.
Old Buffer to Small Boy, solicitously:—
Why are you hoarse, my little lad,
So husky and so hoarse?
Your voice is almost gone! 'Tis sad!
You'll seek advice, of course?
Diphtheria is much about!
And—well you know, there's cancer!!!
Dear me, you're choking now! Don't shout,
But write me down an answer.
Small Boy to Old Buffer, spasmodically:—
Cancer—be blowed!—Cricket—of course!
Harrow—for years—has beaten;
And—I've been howling till I'm hoarse
To see 'em—licked by Eton!!!
Hooray!!!