LESSON FOR INNOCENT CABMEN.
Sing a song of Sixpence,
"A pocket-full!" says I.
Four-and-twenty farthings?
That's all my eye!
But my eye was opened—
A summons he did seek;
And wasn't that a pretty case
To bring before the Beak?
The Beak was on his judgment-seat
A fining swell coves money;
And Punch was perch'd 'longside him,
Grinning precious funny.
Fitzroy had, in the Commons,
Been pickling us a rod;
And off went the prison van,
And took me to Quod!