And thought if one for poison had a whim
There lived a seedy chap would sell it him,
And prove the truth that brief inscription bore
For in his coffin he would “cough no more!”
——:o:——
Dreary Song for Dreary Summer.
Mr. Punch Sings with accompaniment
of a Pipe and Tobacco.
Well, don’t cry, my little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
Amuse yourself, and break some toy,