I must be very much missed, no doubt,
’Tis a long time since I had a blow out;
And as things in town are dreadfully dead,
I’ll stir them up, though as heavy as lead.
Yes, now for a rollicksome, frolicksome chase,
I’ll raise the wind in every place.”
So away he went, through the Strand so gay,
Blowing up everything in his way—
Upsetting dozens (in spite of their squalls,)
Of old women’s apple and lollipop stalls.