‘Twas a time for meditatin’ on the prospects
for our souls.
Then up spoke Isaac Innis, with a starin’,
glarin’ glance,
An’ he says: “My friends, I’m lookin’
where I look!
I hain’t a saint in no way, an’ I’ll give a man a
chance,
But I think I see a Jonah if I hain’t a lot
mistook.