Perchance some superhuman power
Braces her up, - perchance despair.
She only said, "Is Snodkins there?"
The tumult surges, through the air
Loud rings the cry, "Is Snodkins there?"
With that, straight o'er the fence there strode
Two Juniors drenched and wet,
And on the ground a dripping load -
A drownded boy - they set.
His collar lost, his breeches torn,
His mustache singed, his eyebrows gone,
Two huge black smooches in their place, -
Can that be nobby Snodkins' face?
'T is he! 't is he! - he opes his eyes,
And gazes round in wild surprise.
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