Mr. Punch and his wife
Led a terrible life,
Very much like a dog and a cat;
Till, one summer morn
A baby was born,
A darling all dimples and fat.
PUNCH, JUDY, AND THE BABY.
Mrs. Judy was proud,
And the nurses allowed
That they never had seen such a child;
And the proud mother thought
When her baby she brought
To her husband, “It must make him mild.”
PUNCH AND THE BABY.
Mr. Punch was quite pleased;
The poor baby he seized,
And danced up and down in great joy.
“Oh, my Judy,” he cried,
"With a father's just pride,
I look on our beautiful boy.”
But the baby soon cried;
Punch's temper was tried,
And in a great passion he flew;
He shook the poor child,
And, with rage growing wild,
The babe o'er the balcony threw.
Judy, greatly displeased,
A thick stick at once seized,
And began her stern husband to beat;
“O you monster,” she cried,
As her weapon she plied,
“You deserve the same ending to meet.”
PUNCH AND JUDY.
On his arms and his head
Her blows fell like lead;
She wonder'd such treatment he stood!
Beating and battering,
She made such a clattering,
It sounded like chopping up wood.