Did you hear of the accident, just t'other day, That occurred to a youth of the Y. M. C. A. ?
One morning, while walking out with his friend Neff,—
M. W. G. M. of the I. O. O. F.,—
His friend exclaimed suddenly, "Look there, I say! There's a chance for the S. F. P. O. C. T. A.!"
A "broth of a boy," who was just from a spree, Was cruelly beating his m-u-l-e.
Our hero stepped up to expostulate, when
The mule kicked his a-b-d-o-m-e-n.
This doubled him up with a half-muttered phrase, As foot No. 2 knocked him e-n-d-ways.
They bore him home gently, as gently could be, And gave him a pint of hot l-oo-t.
A voltaic plaster they placed, sans delay, Where that treacherous mule left his m-a-r-k.
A hip dislocated; a general jar; Striking proofs of "one-mule p-o-w-e-r."
When the patient first spoke, what d'ye s'pose he did say,—
This model young man of the Y. M. C. A.?
Says he, "I'll be b-l-o-w-e-d
If ever I'll plead for a m-u-l-e!"