THE PIGEON TOAD

The Pigeon Toad's a funny little beast,
He's found in every land from West to East.
The children bring him in, to our amaze,
And though we try to turn him out, he stays.
He's never seen with soldiers, nor with fops,
But with the schoolboys how he jumps and hops.


THE GOLDEN BUCK

Perhaps because it's easily approached,
The Golden Buck's a game that's often poached.
'Tis sometimes mild, again 'tis strong and hearty,
It may be found at many a gay stag-party.
No branching antlers this strange beast adorn,
But with the Golden Buck we take a horn.


THE
BUMBLE
PUPPY

THE BUMBLE PUPPY

This is the Bumblepuppy. He's quite tame,
Although he's said to be a sort of game.
You scorn him, yet you must—ah, there's the rub—
Accept him at your table or your club.
He has his points, yet he's a pest, indeed;
I would we could exterminate the breed.