the shell.
He shot at a peg with a big, swinging ball,
Five dollars a shot—didn’t hit it at all.
And he finally found himself “gone all to
smash,”
With wisdom, a lot—and two dollars in cash.
Abbott B. Appleton cursed at the fair
(Sing fie! for a man who ’tended meetin’),
And he said to himself, “Gaul swat it, I swear
Them games is just rigged up for heatin’.