Later, in his morning rambles,
He perceived the moving brambles
Something square and white disclose:--
'Twas a First-class Railway-Ticket;
But on stooping down to pick it
Off the ground, a pea-green cricket
Settled on my uncle's nose.
V
Never, nevermore, oh! never
Did that cricket leave him ever,--
Dawn or evening, day or night;
Clinging as a constant treasure,
Chirping with a cheerious measure,
Wholly to my uncle's pleasure,
(Though his shoes were far too tight.)