Then to him a policeman spoke: “Unless you feel too proud,
You’d better stow away that cash while you’re in this here crowd;
There’s many a chap about this spot who’d clean you out like ten.”
“And can it be,” exclaimed the man, “there are such wicked men?
“Then I will put my greenbacks up all in my pocket-book,
And keep it buttoned very tight, and at the button look.”
He said it with a simple tone, and gave a simple smile—
You never saw a half-grown shad one-half so void of guile.
And the bumble-bees kept bumbling away among the flowers,
While distant frogs were frogging amid the summer showers,