And some without detection!
There's some one, as I've struggled through the Strand,
Has had his hand
In my coat-pocket more than half a minute,
Though there is nothing but one sonnet in it!
La! bless me! well, how odd! why, I declare
It is my own hand I've detected there!—
I think that wasn't me that trod upon my toes?
There—dear me! why I've hit some other person's nose!
Lord! how the Simpson swears,