While Symanthy eat the crackers
Josiah let one slip;
Said it didn’t taste like nothin’;
Wasn’t ripe; then closed his lip;
Vowed he wouldn’t eat another,
Fear ’twould spile his weddin’ trip,
’Pears to me!
When the tip-expectin’ beggar
Bowed, an’ smilin’ meekly, said:
“Colonel hasn’t feed the waitah!”