I have never encountered, in county or town,
Among whites, copper-colored, or greasers done brown;
You’re as prone to purloin as an eagle to fly,
Or a salmon to swim, or a lover to sigh;
Not an esculent known, or utensil of use,
From a cantaloupe down to the quill of a goose,
From a tripe in the stall to a fowl in the coop,
But at some time or other in your life you did scoop.”
And as if in assent, Richard Roe bowed his head,
While the Judge wiped his face, and continuing, said: