And four-and-twenty cripples
Resulted from the smash!”
The pathetic address of the bicyclist to his lamp:—
“Twinkle, twinkle, little light
Struggle through the murky night,
Round about the corners trot
Many a blue for-get-me-not (i.e., the Bobby),
Who would drag me to the Beak
For a fine or for a ‘week,’
And they’d always serve me so