There
was a maiden on the beach,
And wond’rous foxy, she;
She
jumped into a mammoth swell,
And shrieked most lustily.
And
when he saw her danger great,
The stranger caught her trim;
Which
simply was, when sifted down,
The means of catching him.
c.
June 27-28, ‘94
Boston
Courier,
Mar.
16, ‘96
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