"Come here,' says he, with a proper pride, Which his smiling features tell, "Twill soothing be if I let you see How extremely nice you'll smell.' "And he stirred it round and round and round, And he sniffed at the foaming froth; When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals In the scum of the boiling broth. "And I eat that cook in a week or less, And as I eating be The last of his chops, why, I almost drops, For a wessel in sight I see! "And I never larf, and I never smile, But sit and croak, and a single joke "Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold, F 'ROM east and south the holy clan Of Bishops gathered to a man ; To Synod, called Pan-Anglican, In flocking crowds they came. His people-twenty-three in sum— When first good BISHOP PETER came His flock, I've often heard him tell, "Oh, massa, why you go away? Oh, MASSA PETER, please to stay." He told them all good boys to be, And as that night he homeward strode He passed along the Borough Road, He saw a crowd assembled round To see that dancing man he stopped, Who twirled and wriggled, skipped and hopped, Then down incontinently dropped, And then sprang up again. The Bishop chuckled at the sight. "This style of dancing would delight A simple Rum-ti-Foozleite. I'll learn it if I can, To please the tribe when I get back." He begged the man to teach his knack. "Right Reverend Sir, in half a crack!" Replied that dancing man. Bal The dancing man he worked away, That PETER was his name.) "Come, walk like this," the dancer said, "Stick out your toes-stick in your head, Stalk on with quick, galvanic tread Your fingers thus extend; The attitude's considered quaint." The weary Bishop, feeling faint, Replied, "I do not say it ain't, But Time!' my Christian friend!" Bab "We now proceed to something newDance as the PAYNES and LAURIS do, Like this-one, two-one, two-one, The Bishop, never proud, But in an overwhelming heat (His name was PETER, I repeat) two." Performed the PAYNE and LAURI feat, And puffed his thanks aloud. |