Hour of midnight—baby squawking;
Man in bare feet—bravely walking;
The baby yells—now the other
Twin, he strikes up—like his brother.
Paregoric—by the bottle
Poured into—the baby's throttle.
Naughty tack—points in air,
Waiting some one's—foot to tear.
Man in bare feet—see him there!
O my gracious!—hear him swear!
Raving crazy—gets his gun
Blows his head off—dead and gone.
Pretty widow—with a book
In the hammock—by the brook.
Man rides past—big mustache;
Keeps on riding—nary "mash."
FINNIGIN TO FLANNIGAN
BY S. W. GILLINAN
Superintindent wuz Flannigan;
Boss av the siction wuz Finnigin;
Whiniver the kyars got offen the thrack,
An' muddled up things t' th' divil an' back,
Finnigin writ it to Flannigan,
Afther the wrick wuz all on ag'in;
That is, this Finnigin
Repoorted to Flannigan.