And Mr. Beak, thro’ Powder’s misbehaving,
Cut off his nose whilst shaving;—
When suddenly, with words that seem’d like swearing,
Beyond a Licenser’s belief or bearing—
Broke in the stuttering, sputtering Mr. Gammage—
“Who is to pay us, Sir,”—he argued thus,
“For loss of cus-cus-cus-cus-cus-cus-cus—
Cus-custom, and the dam-dam-dam-damage?”
Now many a person had been fairly puzzled
By such assailants, and completely muzzled;