Deserving lads like Muddy Pete.
The last letter opened by TEDDY-B
Was an invitation to the Wax Musee,
To visit the show that day at three.
“I’ll hire a machine,” said TEDDY-G,
“And answer my mail by electricity.
There’s one at work on the floor below,
Where you feed in letters and let it go.
I’ve seen the writing of this machine,
Like a printed page in blue and green;