There was an old person, J. B.,

An old Public Func-tion-arie; [agreed,

When they swore, "We'll secede!" he just smiled, "I'm

"You've a sure friend, you know, in J. B.

There was a smart lawyer named W———

Who from Union men made quite a fortun';

But his wealth he despised, with Secesh fraternized,

This apo-state-olical W———.

There was a twistortulous Heed,

Who hoped that Secesh might succeed;

For he said, "It's my natur' to act like a traitor,

Since it runs in the joints of a Heed."

There once was a Copperhead Diddle,

Who played to the Heed second fiddle;

When they said, "It is small!" it replied, not at all,

Says he, "I ain't dead—as a live Copperhead

I'm a squirmulous vermiform Wriggler."

There was an old servant called Peter,

So moody in humor and feature

Because the good people from the church with a steeple

Expelled this old saturnine Peter.

There was a sharp lawyer, one P-,

Whose thoughts never got through his still lips;

And all he would say was "ah!" "h'm!" "oh!" and "ay

This pauciloquent person named P-.

There was a neat sarpent—a Coiler—

True son of the ancient Beguiler;

Who told such a whopper, he burst out his copper,

And frightfully fractured his biler.

It's a full-blooded Copperhead Diddle!"

There was an ex-governing Wiggler,

A political huckster and higgler;

Quoth "Aristocracy"

To Fourth Ward "Vulgarity,"

"You are dregs, I am froth; and our interests both

Are opposed to this working, d'ye see!"