Broke belly-band and breechin’,
Reared up and kicked—then, with a bound,
It started through the kitchen.
In there was Ullin fast asleep,
His stomach full of mutton;
That auto knocked him in a heap
It broke his only button.
“O, haste, thee—haste!” the Lady cries,
“Tho’ steams around me gather,
I’ll meet the ragings of the skies