I jogged on with old Jupiter, CHARLIE, and gave young Apoller a turn,
While as to DIANNER!—but there, that is jest wot you're going to learn.
It wos dry and a little bit dazing, this cram, and you won't think it's odd
If yours truly got doosedly drowsy. In fact I wos napped on the nod,
But the way I got woke wos a wunner. Oh! CHARLIE, my precious old pal,
If you'd know wot's fair yum-yum, 'ook on to a genuine celestial gal.
"Smack!" "Hillo!" sez I, starting sudden, "where ham I, and wot's this 'ere game?"
Then a pair o' blue eyes looked in mine with a lime-lighty sort of a flame,
As made me feel moony immediate. "Great Pompey," thinks I, "here's a spree!
It's DIANNER by all that is proper, and as for Enjimmyun—that's Me!"