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FITTE THE FIFTH

Eugene Field

He whisked into the dusty street

And to the Waller lot,

Where bonnie Annie Evans played

With charming Sissy Knott.

 

And with those pretty little dears

He mixed himself all up--

Oh, fie upon such boisterous play--

Fie, fie, you naughty pup!

 

Woe, woe on Annie's India mull,

And Sissy's blue percale!

One got that pup's belathered flanks,

And one his soapy tail!

 

Forth to the rescue of those maids

Rushed gallant Willie Clow;

His panties they were white and clean--

Where are those panties now?

 

Where is the nicely laundered shirt

That Kendall Evans wore,

And Robbie James' tricot coat

All buttoned up before?

 

The leaven, which, as we are told,

Leavens a monstrous lump,

Hath far less reaching qualities

Than a wet pup on the jump.

 

This way and that he swung and swayed,

He gambolled far and near,

And everywhere he thrust himself

He left a soapy smear.