A Warm Reception
Harry paid twenty pounds of sterling metal,
To risk his life in a balloon, which burst;
Tom and his friends, pic-nicking, boil’d a kettle,
Which Harry (tumbling) fell into head first;
But long ere what it was they well could settle,
Arose unhurt from where he’d been immersed—
And, “Ah! why, Tom,” said he, “how do, my buck?—
“You see I’ve just dropp’d in to take—pot-luck!”