And brought from the ferry this odd-looking fish up,
Bound down with a cord in a butcher’s big tray;
When the female fat cooky, of flesh and blood frail, sir,
Took hold of its gills to the ⸺ surprise,
It, Kangaroo like, took a spring from its tail, sir,
And stuck itself fast ’twixt the cooky’s round thighs.
Away, in a fright, flew the ⸺ and ladies,
The folks in the kitchen were put to the rout,
“’Tis the devil,” said ⸺, “and as preaching your trade is,
“Do, good Mister Chaplin, exorcise the scout;”