It shall be mine to head the countercharge,
And bring them to their knees. My trusty sword,
Albeit ’tis of wood, can deal hard knocks;
And slashing, prodding, whacking right and left—
As thus—and thus—unless I greatly err,
I’ll pretty soon assert supremacy,
And make the varlets mind their P’s. and Q’s.
Fun. March 16, 1887.
GO, LOVELY ROSE.