And made such a deuce of a fuss!
I’ll cut every one of my brothers in half;
Their mothers I’ll tenderly boil;
And I’ll frizzle each niece in buffalo-grease,
And fry all my uncles in oil.
O yes, you may threaten; I don’t care a d—
For you and your silly ‘You shan’t!’
And I’ll certainly smother my aged grandmother,
As well as her elderly aunt.
For am I not King of the golden toe,