(_By an Eye-witness._)
On a Saturday night, in a crowded street,
(The Butcher said "Buy! Buy!")
Blue apron and cleaver and all complete,
Surrounded with joints of the primest meat,
Beef, mutton, heads, carcases, tails and feet,
The Butcher said "Buy! Buy!"
A succulent chop on the counter lay,
(The Butcher said "Buy! Buy!")
When a Terrier, scenting an easy prey,
Observed to himself, "What a fine display!"
And he cooked his eye in a sapient way--
The Butcher said "Buy! Buy!"
The Terrier jumped through the open sash;
(The Butcher said "Buy! Buy!")
To his infinite credit--he had no cash--
Away with the chop like a lightning flash.
(The Butcher, by way of a change, said "Dash!")
The Terrier said "Bye! Bye!"
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Tip for a Trundler.
(_In the Off Season._)
Cricket is over; the Summer fails:
Do you feel rather out in the cold, Sir?
Well have a shy at "professional bails":
And the Public will cry, "Well bowled, Sir!"
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