Whin Pat at last had come of age, It took a hundred years or so,
For then the men lived longer, and a minor wasn't free,
To slip out of the chancery,
An' from his legal infancy,
To come into his property,
Till the end of a century;
Well it was just about that time a floatin' big menagerie,
Was bein' built by Noah, in the exhibition thrade,—