I'm sure it can not be a hum;
I'll catch at the handle, odd's life!
And then I shall not cut my thumb.
I've got him!—no, at him again!
Come, come, I'm not fond of these jokes;
This must be some blade of the brain—
Those witches are given to hoax.
I've one in my pocket, I know,
My wife left on purpose behind her;
She bought this of Teddy-high-ho,