Had lodged beneath his eyelid, and was causing dreadful pain!
But John had lots of courage, and he didn’t stop to cry,
Not even with the ashes of his sister in his eye;
He only gasped, and quickly rose, and ruefully surveyed
The ruin and confusion that his luckless fall had made.
He could sweep up all the ashes, but things never could be fixed,
For the worthy house of Spriggins was inextricably mixed!
Such stirring up would stagger e’en the very stoutest brain;
Why, you couldn’t tell old Amram from the late lamented Jane.
The scions of this honored line, all by that little loon,