The act I had my eye on, was a woman with some lead,
I watched her squeeze a sixpence, in wad of toughened bread.
A chance of some distinction was here, I could not shirk,
I peeled my worsted mittens, and bravely went to work.
I double somersaulted the window—'twas a do
I picked up in Australia, from a foreign kangaroo.
I lighted on the table, not quite upon my feet,
But, ah! her guilty terror was evidence complete.
"Wot's this," said I, impounding the lead, and bread, and tin;