“Let’s snowball him! ’twill be such fun!”
The words are whispered low by one,
In soft derision.
Ho! ho! so that’s your little plot!
You may be sure that I shall not
Attempt to foil it!
Besides, I can’t for very shame
Turn tail and run; and such a game,
’Twere sin to spoil it!
A warning shot,—it whizzes past!