Shocking queer for several days;
He can’t work on mayonnaise.
Second Fairy.
Curried rabbits, come not nigh;
Hence, tomato-tinners, hence!
He can eat what you or I
Wouldn’t for a hundred pence.
(Chorus as before.)
“There,” exclaimed the dean, turning to me, “that goes pretty well, I think. Shakespeare would be pleased. I shall play Midsummer Night’s Dream on the first night of the visit of my lady friends. On the second night I am going to sing them some songs. On the third night I shall give a conjuring entertainment.” He suddenly stopped, and burst into tears. “And on the fourth night,” he sobbed, “their funeral will take place, and they are so young and fair!”
“Couldn’t you fix their funeral for the first night?” I asked. “They’d suffer less so.”