Punch: Punch (60.1871)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[March 4, 1871.

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FLATTERING.

Housemaid (to Cook, behind the laurels). " He's a Haffable Young Max, that Cap'ain Limber, Missus's Brother. How Becomin'

he'd Look in our Livery, wouldn't he ? !! "

SOTVP ^ DV STYPPlVPli1 Dev printed in de Times dat I might " bite " my picanniny !

When I wouldn't a hair upon him hurt for twenty guinea.
I '11 devour him wid kisses, but I tell you what, my dear,
1 '11 devour any nigger dat try to come in here.

THE BIRTH OP THE HIPPOPOTAMUS.

Sung with great applause by La Mere Hippopotama in the Zoological Gardens,
Regent's Park. Little Hippopotamus born Feb. 21. Vide Notice in
"Times" of'tUIZrd.

Now, Massa, tie de knocker up, put straw down round de Park,
Don't let dere he de slightest noise, particlar arter dark;
And wire to de Palace, and tell our Gracious Queen,
'Tis de prettiest little 'potamus as ebher yet war seen.

[Nurse's Cradle Chorus}.

A pooty ittle tiddy ittle funny tittle-lotamus,
Such a little ducky ob a darling hippopotamus;
Dis mamma an' baby, wot a lubly little lot am us,
Hip pip pip pooray ! for de little'Hippopotainus.

Now, why ain't Massa Buckxand here ? it make me berry rilod
To tink dat Zoologic man should dus neglect dis child ;
What's eleflints or tigers, or porpoises, or seals,
To dis ere lubly infant when its taking ob its meals ?

Dar ! if t' ad been de wulgar seal as had been a mamma,
Dere'd ha' been such a fuss about it made as nebber war ;
But 'cos it am de 'potamus, not fishy-tailed and finny,
Dat Mil. Bucexand don't rush up to see dis picanniny.

I don't like de attenshuns ob de genelmum my guards,
Why don't dcy come and tell me when de Monkeys leave dere cards ?
I'm sure dat de Ourang-outang, who reads de paper through,
Hab sent to know how me and dis poor piccanniny do.

I'm tinking ob de future, ob my little baby—La!
It am de berry image ob de 'potamus papa ;

And to tink dey thoughtme " surly" and " a savage ! " 'twas unkind,
Unfeeling ! berry much so ! me forgib 'em, nebber mind.

Dat it am born in London and not Paris I am grateful,
Ob little sucking 'potamus dey'd soon ha' made a plateful,
Much tend'rer den a little squeaking piggy, goodness knows,
And, 0 ! de little 'potamus's little petty-toes!

Den tanks for all inquiries, me charmed to send and tell,

To eb'rybody friendly dat we are doing berry well,

And now let Peace and Plenty be in French and German lands,

Come see dis little 'potamus, and shake each oder's hands.

(All singing de Cradle Chorus.)

A pooty ittle tiddy ittle funny little-lotamus,
Such a little ducky ob a darling hippopotamus ;
'Dis mamma an' baby, wot a lubly little lot am us !
Hip hip hip Hooray! for de little Hippopotamus.

P.S.

(February 25th.)

De nigger which hab wrote out de above amazin' lyric ,
Hab suddenly been took and throw'd in wiolent hysteric;
De picanniny 'potamus hab since absquotulated—
Dis note (not like Sir Bobinson's) must darefore be post-dated.

To Correspondents.

Ah! Would ye? Punch is a-iooking at ye! Put your pen»
down! So the "Judicial Committee is like Me. Card well, is it i
Ah! Because it decrees the extinction of (the Bey. Me.) Puechas,
eh ? Shut up !