They sued him in a court of law.
Said he: "'Tis strange, where'er I go
Opprobrium and hooting
My efforts greet. I'd better try
The common, out at Tooting,"
Where,—on his bugle-tootling bent,—
He most appropriately went.
Each evening after business hours
He'd practice—'twas his fancy—
Till he thought he played well enough