"We may as well drop 'is insurance,
It's no use to us with 'im here,
But that fifteen pound would come in 'andy,
And leave us eleven bob clear."

"Just a moment," says Father, quite thoughtful,
"I've just been and got an idea!
You know that old coal mine past Polton
That 'asn't been worked for a year?

"Well, I'll buy that young 'orror an airgun,
'E wouldn't come with me without.)
And we'll both go out there to shoot rabbits,
And 'Erbert might fall in-no doubt!

"I'll tell 'im about the old mine-shaft,
And warn 'im 'e mustn't go near,
Like we did with the lion at Blackpool
But 'e'll disobey me, I fear."

 

"Poor'Erbert! We'll miss 'im," said Mother,
"'Course, we'll 'ave the insurance instead;
It won't be the same 'ouse without 'im.,
But, be sure that 'e lands on 'is 'ead!"

So, next day they set off together,
Pinwinkle, and 'Erbert, 'is son,
And both of them 'oped to bag something,
One with mine-shaft and t'other with gun.

At 'ome Mother shook 'er 'ead glumly,
Though she tried 'ard to 'ope for the best,
For she knew well that no bloody mine-shaft
Could set 'Erb and their minds both at rest.

Along about five, back came Father,
Of 'is young son there wasn't a sign!
Said Mother, quite 'opeful, "Where's 'Erbert?"
Said Father, `E fell down the mine!"

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