All on a summer’s day;
The ice it broke—they all fell in—
The rest they ran away.
Now had these children staid at home,
And slid upon dry ground;
They broken necks had had, perchance,
But never had been drown’d.
However the whole burlesque is so good that it will be republished complete in this collection; for the present it will be sufficient to quote the parody of the Soliloquy, which is in rhyme:—
Song, Hamlet.—Tune, “Here we go up, up, up.”
When a man becomes tired of his life,