In his beady old eyes Uncle’Lish never stirred
And the language he used was the worst ever
heard.
“Why, drat ye,” he roared “hain’t ye got no
more sprawl
Than a five year old girl? Why, ye might as
well call
Your team ‘Mister Oxen,’ and say to ’em,
‘please!’”
And then Uncle’Lish settled down on his