Queer customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it grieved him sore,
Yet loss of Votes, full well he knew,
Would trouble him much more.
'Twas long, ere these queer customers
Were suited to their mind,
When SCHNADDY, shouting, came down stairs,
"The tipple's left behind!"
"Good lack!" quoth he, "yet bring it me,