Were working close at hand And each of them he wept to see The other had such sand. "i only it were blown away,"
Each said, it would be grand!"
"If seven mouths with second wind Should blow for half a year, Do you suppose." the Dempsey said, "That they could blow "it clear?" "J doubt it," said the Carpentier, And shed a bigger tear "O Sparring Partners, come with us,"
The Dempsey did beseech.
pleasant. game, a pleasant fame, A lot to learn and teach.
We do not care for more than four, To try a fist on each."
Four Sparring Partners hurried up, All eager for the treat Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes and hats were neat—Although it must be owned they had Less head than they had feet.
"A leaf of bread," the Dempsey said, "Is what we chiefly need For Sparring-Partner sandwiches Are very good indeed—Now if you're ready, Partners dear, We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Partners cried, Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness would be 'A dismal thing to do!
To Number One the Dempsey said; "T will start off with you.""
"Tt was so kind of you to come!
And you ate very nice!" The Carpentier said nothing but "Cut me another slice; I wish they were not quit stout—T've had to hit one twice. weep for them," the Dempsey deeply sympathize.""
With sobs he finished off the Part-Ner of the largest size.
Changing hig snout into " spout And shutting up his eyes.
"Now Partners," said the Carpentier, "You've had your little fun! You must be trotting home again.""
But answer there was none—And this was scarcely odd, because They'd laid out every cne.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.