Prince Doodle. Story; why bless you! I have none to tell;
Only last night, a-sailing on the ocean,
There came a squall, at least so I’ve a notion.
It stormed! it blew! it rained! the lightning crashed!
We pitched and rolled, (imitates motion of ship) and tossed, the thunder flashed;
The wind, it rose and howled, and so did we.
Mona. That’s very queer!
Prince Doodle. Things often are at sea.
“Cut down the starboard stays’l!” cried I. Then
“Splice the jib-boom, there, to the cross-trees, men!”