My son Augustus, in the street, one day,
Was feeling quite exceptionally merry.
A stranger asked him: “Can you show me, pray,
The quickest way to Brompton Cemetery?”
“The quickest way? You bet I can!” said Gus,
And pushed the fellow underneath a bus.
Whatever people say about my son,
He does enjoy his little bit of fun.
— Harry Graham
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