Who would cut it as he ought?
"Leave it all," says Ted, "to me,"
As the knife he flourished free;
"I have cut a great ma-ny."
"But," says Frank, who feared our fate,
"Will you cut it fair and straight?"
"Straight?" says Ted. "I'll tell you what—
Straighter than a rifle-shot:
Straighter than the eagle's flight.
Straight as any ray of light."