And point with her finger, and strive to speak—
But before she can utter the name of the Devil,
Her head is under the water level!
MORAL.
There are folks about town—to name no names—
Who much resemble that deafest of Dames!
And over their tea, and muffins, and crumpets,
Circulate many a scandalous word,
And whisper tales they could only have heard
Through some such Diabolical Trumpets!