Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. I

by Unknown

THE SONG OF "THE PRICKLY HEAT."

I.

With fingers never at rest,

With cuticle measly red,

A heat-oppress'd victim capered about,

Itching from ankles to head—

Scratch, scratch, scratch—

At a rate few North-Britons could beat,

And still with a voice of dolorous pitch

Thus sang he of "Prickly Heat."