The Reason Now why did Arthur Hoare pull out A sovereign with a happy shout And give it rashly to his scout, Who almost had a fit? Why of a sudden did he fling A hard-boiled egg at Eustace Ling, Forgetting how an egg can sting The person who is hit? Why after dinner did he turn In fury on his room, and burn His old oak chairs with unconcern?-- A stupid thing to do! And why so harshly did he pelt With forks a fresh and timorous Celt Afraid to utter what he felt? Arthur had got his Blue! |
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