There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who kept all his cash in a bucket;
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man,
And as for his bucket, Nantucket.
This roused the old man from Nantucket,
Who chased them as far as Pawtucket;
Where he scolded Miss Nan,
Thrashed soundly the man,
And as for the bucket, Pawtucket.
The pair followed pa to Manhasset,
Where he still held the cash as an asset;
But Nan and the man
Stole the money and ran,
And as for the bucket, Manhasset.
Well, I fancy that is quite sufficient for one time.
Talking about names, I had often wondered why Maine has so long been a prohibition State, until recently when glancing over the map the truth flashed upon me.
Surely no drunken man could ever pronounce such jaw breakers as Umbazooksus and Mattawamkeag.
I went with Jack Rackstraw looking for board the other day.
Ever try it?