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When the worthy Widow Tibbets

(Whom the cut below exhibits)

Had recovered, on the morrow,

From the dreadful shock of sorrow,

She (as soon as grief would let her

Think) began to think 'twere better

Just to take the dead, the dear ones

(Who in life were walking here once),

And in a still noonday hour

Them, well roasted, to devour.

True, it did seem almost wicked,

When they lay so bare and naked,

Picked, and singed before the blaze, —

They that once in happier days,

In the yard or garden ground,

All day long went scratching round.

Ah! Frau Tibbets wept anew,

And poor Spitz was with her, too.

Max and Maurice smelt the savor.

"Climb the roof!" cried each young shaver.

Through the chimney now, with pleasure,

They behold the tempting treasure,

Headless, in the pan there, lying,

Hissing, browning, steaming, frying.

At that moment down the cellar

(Dreaming not what soon befell her)