Little Jack Horner, on the street corner, Smoked up his last cigarette; Saying, “When this is done, I’ll to the saloon And wet up my whistle, ‘you bet.’” Little Jack Horner is now the chief mourner To head a policeman’s procession. The infantile dude became far too rude In trying to follow the fashion. _Detroit Free Press._ December, 1886. ―――― Little Lord Randy Turned up quite handy, Speaking his mind so spry; He slashed right and left, Both weavers and weft, And he said, “What a statesman am I.” M. B. B. _Truth._ June 28, 1888. ――――:o:―――― Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; Taffy came to my house, and stole a shin of beef: I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not at home; Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone. I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not in, Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin; I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was in bed, I took up a poker and flung it at his head. For an explanation of this curious old rhyme, and Shirley Brooks’s adaptation of it in English and Welsh see p. 255, Vol. iv. _Parodies_. Staffy was a poor man, Staffy was a chief; Staffy in the Lower House Often came to grief; So Staffy to the Upper House Hurriedly has flown, And left ’em the Lower House To stay and pick the bone! JESSE H. WHEELER. _The Weekly Dispatch._ July 5, 1885. NEGLECTED WAILS. Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy had a farm, Taffy wouldn’t pay his tithes, but kept ’em in his palm; His Vicar lowered Taffy’s tithes, for the sake of quiet, Taffy had rejoicings, ending in a riot. The Landlord sent his Agent, and doubled Taffy’s rent, Taffy’s now for Welsh Home Rule, and Disestablishment! _Punch._ December 4, 1886. ――――:o:―――― What are little boys made of, made of? Snaps and snails, and puppy dog’s tails; And that’s what little boys are made of. What are little girls made of, made of? Sugar and spice, and all that’s nice; And that’s what little girls are made of, made of. What is an Englishman made of? Roast beef and jam tart, And a pint of good Clar’t, And that’s what an Englishman’s made of. What is a Frenchman, pray, made of? Horse steak and frog fritter, And absinthe so bitter, And that’s what a Frenchman is made of. [_Therefore, my dears, you must be kind to a Frenchman, and give him some of your nice dinner, whenever you can, and teach him better._] SHIRLEY BROOKS. 1864.