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Y is the YAWNER, the School there’s no peace in,
He stares in each face, gapes and y-a-w-ns without ceasing;
“The rod,” cried the Usher, ” I’ll thrust down your maw,
Shut your mouth ! ” ”Yes, I will, sir, yaw-a-a-yaw!”
The Usher then y-a-w-n’d, and the Boys all y-a-w-n’d too,
Gape, Reader, and try,—so perhaps then may you !
Z, ZACHARIAH the ZANY stands fast,
His post in the Alphabet train is the last.
“The last did you say I” cried the mirth-loving Zany,
“I’ll prove it thc./b’.rf and most honour’d of any.”
THE ZANY’s TALE
Pat Murphy, resolving a guinea to spare,
Once ventur’d a bet on the plains of Kildare,
That Zany my namesake, a favourite horse,
Would gain all the honours, that day, of the course,
But Zany was distanced and last in the race;
“By the Powers! ” cried Pat, still maintaining his case,
“The honours are won, here he comes in terrorem—
Young Zany,—and drives all the racers before him.”
So Z still aspires your favour to claim,
For Zeal without him could not boast of a name.