THE devil returned to hell by two,
And he stayed at home till five;
When he dined on some homicides done in ragoût,
And a rebel or so in an Irish stew,
And sausages made of a self-slain Jew—
And bethought himself what next to do,
“And,” quoth he, “I’ll take a drive.
I walked in the morning, I’ll ride to-night;
In darkness my children take most delight,
And I’ll see how my favorites thrive.