Charles Follen Adams

“ 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." ”