I very nearly had them in my clutches.
Come out, you rascals! show your ugly faces,
And I will pound you black and blue, like blazes.
Come out! Come out! You, Nougat 1st—you coward!
You’re quicker far at running back, than forward.
Come out, I say! Send out that valiant army.
Ho! send it out, I say!—it won’t alarm me.
Why don’t it come? Perhaps it doesn’t care to.
Ha! ha!—You dirty cowards, you don’t dare to.
Come out, you crows!—you black and ugly jack-daws!