1. And darkly scowled she then upon that rover of the wave;
  2. "False! False!" she shrieked, and spoke of him as "Monster, traitor, slave!"
  3. And then she wept and tore her hair, and filled the air with groans,
  4. And cursed with bitterness the day she let them chop up Jones.
  1. And when she'd spent on him at last the venom of her tongue,
  2. She seized her pongee parasol and stabbed him in the lung.
  3. A few more energetic jabs were at his heart required,
  4. And then this scand'lous buccaneer rolled over and expired.
  1. Still brandishing her parasol she sought the pirate boat;
  2. She loaded up a gun and jammed her head into its throat;
  3. And fixing fast the trigger, with string tied to her toe,
  4. She breathed "Mother!" through the touch-hole, and kicked and let her go.

  1. A snap, a fizz, a rumble; some stupendous roaring tones—
  2. And where upon earth's surface was the recent Mrs. Jones?
  3. Go ask the moaning winds, the sky, the mists, the murmuring sea;
  4. Go ask the fish, the coroner, the clams—but don't ask me.