Max and Maurice
In the Baker comes, and snickers
When he sees the sugar-lickers.
One, two, three! the brats, behold!
Into two good _brots_ are rolled.
There's the oven, all red-hot,--
Shove 'em in as quick as thought.
Ruff! out with 'em from the heat,
They are brown and good to eat.
Now you think they've _paid the debt_!
No, my friend, they're living yet.
Knusper! Knasper! like two mice
Through their roofs they gnaw in a trice;
And the Baker cries, "You bet!
There's the rascals living yet!"
This was the bad boys' sixth trick,
But the last will follow quick.
MAX and Maurice! I grow sick,
When I think on your last trick.
Why must these two scalawags
Cut those gashes in the bags?