Jerry, faint with fright, and in a bad plight,
Straight to the ring-master ran;
But he was afraid; to Jerry he said,
"Get him home quick as you can."
To get a long plank was an easy prank,
And back did poor Jerry fly.
Stiff as a poker lay one young joker;
The other with grief did cry;
"He's dead, that's a fact; now how shall I act?
I think I'll tip him up so.
Now across my back I'll take poor Jack,
And then home with him I'll go."
"He's light as a song! what can have gone wrong?
O gracious, just look at that!
He's straight up and down, like a cast-iron clown
Or a clumsy base-ball bat."
"Ho! ho! here's a cask; 'twill be no hard task
To put him snugly inside.
Again he is straight; but now he's too late,
For home in the cask he'll ride.
Now, there! isn't he snug—a bug in a rug—
Yet I feel awfully bad."