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 What's this? "Your rat-trap of a mouth,
 * Your eyes that roll about,

Real goggle eyes, as large as eggs,
 * And ready to pop out;

"The bacon colour of your skin,"—
 * I’m sure, sir, that’s not true;

I only wish I had you here,
 * I’d beat you black and blue.

In a newspaper lately this notice was seen, Lost—A nondescript animal, something between A man and a monkey—who mimics the beau, And is dressed â la mode from the top to the toe; Who although on his face not a hair ever grew, Wears a beard, a moustache, and imperial too; Who’s constantly smoking vile penny cheroots, Wears Brougham trowsers and French leather boots;