The poem
Addict of Punch and Judy shows I was when I was small; My kiddy laughter, I suppose, Rang louder than them all. The Judge with banter I would bait, The Copper was a wretch; But oh how I would hiss my hate For grim Jack Ketch.
Although a grandsire grey I still Love Punch and Judy shows, And with my toddlers help to fill Enthusiastic rows. How jolly is their mirth to see, And what a sigh they fetch, When Punch begs to be shown and he Jerks up Jack Ketch.
Heigh ho! No more I watch the play; It is the audience That gives me my delight today,-- Such charm of innocence! Immortal mimes! It seems to me, Could I re-live my span, With gusto I would like to be A Punch and Judy Man.