To-night at the Club.
Soup, fish, and a bird, with a pint of Larose,
I think that ought to complete the cure,
And make assurance double sure.
Achoo! Hullo!
Why here’s a go!
Achoo! Atishoo! Oh dear! Oh dear!
It’s all begiddig agaid, I fear;
You card get rid of a cold like bide
By sbellig a bottle of bedicide!