[To A Judge.]

Henry Hawkins, people mutter, That dyspeptic pain at times Is the cause of words you utter When a-sitting upon crimes; When your liver’s wrong, your fury Can no murderer withstand, And you sum up to the jury With the black cap in your hand. You should switchback, You should switchback; Please, Sir Henry, don’t say “Fudge!” For the switchback it will shake you, Stir your liver up, and make you Quite a nice agreeable judge.