But the rest are dead, as I’ve heretofore said, for their heads they were all sneezed off.
And this is the tale I have tried to wail of Ah Cheu and his little Ker Chee
And Tish Ah Tsu and Ah Chee, too, of the Snee Zee fam-i-lee.
—From “Lays for Little Chaps.”
TO A USURPER
By Eugene Field
Aha! a traitor in the camp,
A rebel strangely bold,—
A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp,
Not more than four years old!