With a visage as old as an ape's;
Saffron son-of-a-gun,
He was fond of his fun,
And much given to frolics and japes.
Once in his way,
As Ah Sid was at play,
A big bumblebee flew in the spring.
"Jap butterfly!"
Cried he, winking his eye;
"Me catchee and pull off um wing!"