I
THERE was a boy at Hampton Wick,
Whose name, as it happened, was Cicero Brick;
He fell in love in desperate fashion
With a girl who fully returned his passion.
But she had a father who said, “No, no!
What! marry a boy named Cicero?
Never, with my consent, my dear!”—
What happened next we soon shall hear.
The daughter wept till the father said,
“Cicero Brick and you may wed
When he has spoken an oration
To an enormous congregation!”