At tea-time, supper, breakfast, lunch,
For many disappointed days,
We reasoned with him in a bunch,
Imploring him to mend his ways.
He listened like a saint, with lips
As if in desperation pursed;
Then gave three fourers in the Slips—
King Butterlegs the Worst!
'Twas after this the Captain tried,
In something warmer than a pet,