A SONG _WITH_ WORDS.

(_Suggestively dedicated to Lord Bury._)

Oh! tell me not that you will "clic"

When I can but "electricate,"

Or, "propelected," merely "tric"

A distance I might well "volate."

For if to "Faradate" or "Volt"

In "motored" motion I may "glide,"

I wonder why I may not "bolt,"

When called on to "electricide."

Yet as each word I clip and splice,

I'm more than half inclined to "trice."

Let others "elk" until they're wild,

I will not "lectroceed" or "glint,"

And though their trip be "poled" or "piled"

I need not "coil," or "spark," or "scint."

No, if "electroflected" force

They use to "clash" along their way,

I p'raps might "ohm" upon my course

Or even "squirm," if "clicked" to-day.

"But no! the _Times_ gives sound advice,

As matters stand, I think I'll "trice"!

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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 98, 19 April 1890 · 第 17 / 30 题