BETWEEN TWO THIEVES.

Sure! I am one who disbelieves

In thieves;

At which you interrupt to cry

“Aye, aye, and I.”

Hmf! you're so sudden to agree.

Suppose we see.

I know a thief. No matter whether

I ought to know a thief, or not.

Perhaps “we went to school together;”

That old excuse is worked a lot.

One day he “copped a rummy's leather,”

Which means — I hate to tell you what.

It's such a vulgar thing to steal

A drunkard's purse to buy a meal.

“Hey, pal,” said he, “come help me dine;

I've hit a pit and got the swag;

To-day, Delmonico's is mine;

To-morrow once again a vag.

Come on and tell me all the stunts

Of all the boys who knew me — once.”

“Did I go with him?” I did not.

Would you have gone? Could you be bought

By dinners — when the trail was hot

And any hour he might be caught?

I know a thief, whose operations

Are colored by a kindly law.

Your income and a beggar's rations

Contribute to his cunning claw;

Cities and counties, courts and nations

Pay portion to his monstrous maw.

He gave a dinner not long since

In honor of some played-out Prince.

The decorations, ah, how chaste!

And how delicious was the wine!

For Mrs. Thief has perfect taste

And Mr. Thief knows how to dine.

And so the world has long agreed

Quite to forgive, forget — and feed.

But really I was shocked to see

How many decent folks could be

Induced to come and bow the knee;

I think you were my vis-a-vis.

Yes, yes, I quite despise him, too,

Like you;

And ( though it's not a thing to brag )

I somehow like the vag.

But, oh, the difference one perceives

Between two thieves!