... For all they're stout as you'll see, As distinguishes well 'twixt the buzzina Of a bullet and that of a bee, And among 'em there's Billy, my cousin, He shakes on a rest like a flea. ”And Toby , though brave as a lion, His intentions his in'ards confound, When to jerkina the trigger he's nigh on, The vartigo bobs him around, And that bully old sinner, O'Ryan, He's cross-eyed and shoots...