There was an old man named McGuire, Lost his footing and fell in the mire. Said a bland passer-by, "Cheer up, never say die!" "But I must", he replied, "I'm a dyer!"
She frowned and called him Mister, Because in sport he kissed 'er. And so in spite, That very night, This Mister, kissed 'er, sister! ◊ There once was a handsome young More…