Where is he now? I knows no more
Nor you, in them respeks,
’Cos one arternoon in sixty-four
He had to “pass his checks.”
The way that it mayhap’d was thus:—
Up Potiphar they went “pard,”
An’ made a pile, that some thievin’ cuss
Stole—which was derned hard;
I tell ye, they felt it pooty bad,
They wanted that skunk to knife,