In despair he casts askance
At that youthful pair a glance,—
Seeming plainly to confess,
"I've no words your shame to express"
Little care the hardened creatures
For their parent's play of features.
"Bad enough"! says Sly, "he! he!
Awful bad! but not for me!"
CHAPTER VI.
Plish and Plum, their deeds declare,
Are a graceless, low-lived pair.
Yet they live in close communion;
And for that, in my opinion,
They deserve some commendation;
But will 't be of long duration?
"Rogue & Co."—such firm, be sure,
Cannot many days endure.
In the sunshine, vis-a-vis,
Sits a lap-dog, fair to see.
To our pair this lovely sight
Is a rare and keen delight.