Because “Brother Watkins” fell flat on our ears,
And failed to bring any spectators to tears.
Mr. Babbitt’s a name suggestive of soap,
Clean records and linen, and giving a scope
For a lawyer of merit, who’s modest and shy,
To make him a mixture to “concentrate lye.”
Then Mrs. Jones and Coffin come in,
Gentle, sweet readers as ever have been;
Selected to serve in meter or prose,
They recite “ready made” or sweetly compose.