XXIV.

That homely clerk took her out for a ride Last Sunday in a buggy, and they rode Around all through the parks; I wisht I'd knowed About it, and the horse would kind of shied, And then got scared and run and kicked, and I'd Of been a piece ahead and saw him jump And leave her hangin' on alone, the chump, And she'd of been so 'fraid she'd nearly died.

Then I'd of give a spring and caught the bit, And landed on the horse's back, where all The people there could see me doin' it, And when I got her saved the crowd would call Three cheers for me, and then she'd come and fall Against my buzzum, and he'd have a fit.