And it's all for your comfort and joy.
Now don't despise my prophecies, and think 'em only jokes,
They're just as true, I promise you, as those of other folks;
And while old Moore is such a bore, 'tis harmless sure to hoax,
For it's all for your comfort and joy.
"Let Turkey fear the Christmas near"—and ducks, if they are young,
And apropos of Quacks,—the game is up with Doctor Long,
But tho' we've lost the rubber, we've in tricks been pretty strong,
And it's all for your comfort and joy.
We've toll'd the bell that rings the knell of Morison and Co.,