The preacher quoted, and the cranks
Among his congregation smiled,
"How sharper than a serpent's thanks
It is to have a toothless child."
He saw he erred, his eye grew wild,
He frowned upon the mirthful ranks:
"How toothless than a serpent's child
It is to have a sharper's thanks!"
More verses by William Thomas Goodge
- Ough''A Phonetic Fantasy
- The Shearer's Cook
- Daley's Dorg 'Wattle'
- How We Drove The Trotter
- The M'Camley Mixture