As he drives on his swift steed of steel.
Only a poor little tabby,
Slinking slyly across the smooth street,
Her mottled fur dirty and shabby,
Out she darts from beneath the girl’s feet.
Only a sky-rocket header,
While the maiden just stands still and stares;
A poor feline, who couldn’t be deader,
And a whopping old bill for repairs.
Once a Week. June, 1886.