“Very nearly,” he replied with some confusion, hastily screwing up some paper which he held in his hands into a ball.
“What’s that?” demanded the Advertiser General; “let me see.”
The Public Rhymester handed him the ball of paper, which the Advertiser General carefully smoothed out.
“Did any one ever see such rubbish?” he exclaimed after he had read it. “Why, you’ve mixed yourself up so with the tea that one can’t tell which is which. Just read this,” and he handed Boy the crumpled pieces of paper, on which were written the following words:
Delicious Watzematta is a very soothing tea,
And when you’re voting for a King, oh, please remember me.
It’s cheaper far than other sorts; it’s flavour’s full and free—
And that I’d make a charming King, I’m sure you’ll all agree.
“One cup of Watzematta will equal any three
Of other kinds; it is so nice—and so am I, you see.