Well, y-e-es, one more glass of champagne, and that salad is really delightful.—
Why Floss had three helps to my two, that child's appetite really is frightful!
Oh! what's that? Poor Fair out again? Now I think that's unfair. Oh! no pun, Sir—
I never do pun, if you please, and most surely not under this sun, Sir.
There are too many ways, don't you think, so? of getting "out"; bowlings, and catches,
And stumpings, and—what's l.b.w.? Always see that in these matches—
Oh! there is Prince Christian! I wish that the lads had less powerful voices,
This shouting must hurt Harrow's feelings, and if she has fewer "old choices"
That isn't her fault, I suppose, and they ought to allow her more batters.
That would harrow poor Harrow much more? Well, I really can't fathom such matters.