Classic Poem

As Dick and I
Were a-sailing by
At Fulham bridge, I cock'd my eye,
And says I, " Add-zooks!
There's Theodore Hook's,
Whose Sayings and Doings make such pretty books."

" I wonder," says I,
Still keeping my eye
On the house, " if he's in — I should like to try;"
With his oar on his knee,
Says Dick, says he,
" Father, suppose you land and see!"

" What land and sea ,"
Says I to he.
" Together! why, Dick, why how can that be?"
And my comical son,
Who is fond of fun,
I thought would have split his sides at the pun.

So we rows to shore,
And knocks at the door —
When William, a man I've seen often before.
Makes answer and says,
" Master's gone in a chaise
Call'd a homnibus , drawn by a couple of bays."

So I says then,
" Just lend me a pen:"
" I will, sir," says William, politest of men;
So having no card, these poetical brayings,
Are the record I leave of my doings and sayings.