He had but one eye, and his whiskers were carroty.
What an anxious moment! Will he lie down?
Ah, how their hearts beat! he seems to frown,—
No, ’tis only an impudent fly that’s been teasing
His snublime proboscis, and set him a sneezing.
Attish hu! attish hu!
You brute, how I wish you
Were but as genteel as the Irish lady,
Dear Mrs. O’Grady,
Who, chancing to sneeze in a noble duke’s face,