Women like 'er is the sunshine of life, and make up for the swarms as are grubby and greedy.
Touched up our room for Benevolence Night till the sandy-floored back parlour warmed our old noses.
Wonderful wot female fingers can do with a green branch or two and a few paper roses.
"Barney the Bard" 'ad been "Wooing the Mooses" agen—so 'e put it—and faked up some patter
For our "Extry-Speshul," and, set to a tune free and fetchin', it went with a good clitter-clatter.
I'ad to pipe it this time, and I tell you I'd stood lots o' chipping from chums, and lost fares, too,
Whilst mugging the words on my box at odd moments, to be "letter-puffeck" as all our chaps cares to.
"You do break down," says B. B., "and I'll bash you!" The smart "little mush," five foot nix in 'is 'igh-lows,
Emagines 'isself quite a small pocket-Samson, and swears 'e 'as got knotty muscles, "like Milo's."
"Milo?" sez I; "no, nor yet a arf-Milo!" "Oh, cheese it," sez Buster. "Don't show you've no knowledge."