Volume 99 — THE LAST OF "MARY'S LAMB."
Reading edition
["A firm in Sydney have completed arrangements whereby frozen sheep or lambs can be delivered at any address in the United Kingdom."]
Mary had a little lamb, Which she desired to send Across the mighty ocean as A present to a friend. That friend was partial to lamb chops, Likewise to devilled kidney; So friendly MARY promptly went Unto "a firm in Sydney." That firm replied, "the lamb we'll send By parcel to your cousin; That is, if you do not object To have your darling frozen." Then Mary wept. She said, "My lamb Has wool as white as snow; But packed in ice? It don't sound nice, No, Sydney Merchant, No! "Refrigerate my darling! Oh! It makes my bosom bleed. Still, go it must. I think you said, 'Delivery guaranteed!'" So Mary's lamb the ocean crossed By "Frozen Parcel Post;" And Mary's Cousin said its chops Were most delicious—most! MORAL. Science, though it pays "cent. per cent.," Is destitute of pity; And makes hash of the sentiment Dear to the Nursery ditty.