The fairies swing head downwards, strap-hanging by their toes;
When Puck is the conductor he also acts as host
And sets them playing Leapfrog or Coach or General Post.
I'd love to travel with them! The sparrow says he thinks
I'd get from here to Golder's Green for three red tiddly-winks;
Two yellows pay to Euston, four whites to Waterloo;
Perhaps I'll go some moonlight night; the question is—will YOU?
AUTHORSHIP FOR ALL.
[Being specimens of the work of Mr. Punch's newly-established Literary Ghost Bureau, which supplies appropriate Press contributions on any subject and over any signature.]