And at morn I ne’er rise without the bites,—of such size!—
From the terrible Cannibal Flea;
So I’m forced to decide I’ll no longer reside
In the District—the District—where he doth abide,
The locality known as E.C.—
That is postally known as E.C.!
Tom Hood, the younger.
[3]The L. C. D. and the L. S. D.
It was many and many a year ago—