"Come Thomas," says Kitty, "pray make us a pun,--
You're goodnatured and never refuse;"
"Ask coachee," says Tom, "_he's_ the fellow for Fun,--
For he knows the way to _a-mews_."
Says coachee, "Why Thomas you puzzle my brains,
For you never can bridle your wit;"
"But how comes it, that I, tho' exposed to the _reins_
Ev'ry day, never _suffer a bit_?"
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