human
Common justice and the lawful rights of Puddin'-owners.
gpt
Silence in the Court while the Judge is eating,
human
I really think you ought To see I'm taking food, So, Silence in the Court! (I'm also taking port), If you intrude, in manner rude, A lesson you'll be taught.
gpt
An' it please Your Lordship, said the Mayor, pointing to Bill,
human
No insults,
gpt
No face-slapping while the Judge is dining!
human
It's really far from nice, As you ought to be aware, While I am chewing a slice, To have you slapping the Mayor. If I have to complain of you again I'll commit you in a trice, You'd better take my advice; Don't let me warn you twice.
gpt
All very well for you to talk, said Bill, scornfully,
human
Personal remarks to the Judge are not allowed,
gpt
A Judge must be respected, A Judge you mustn't knock, Or else you'll be detected And shoved into the dock. You'll get a nasty shock When gaolers turn the lock. In prison cell you'll give a yell To hear the hangman knock.
human
In the name of the Law I must request Less noise while we're having a well-earned rest. For the Judge and the Usher never must shirk A well-earned rest in the middle of work. It's the duty of both they are well aware To preserve their precious lives with care; It's their duty, when feeling overwrought, To preserve their lives with Puddin' and Port.
gpt
Your deal, I think,
human
What on earth's to be done? he asked.
gpt
Here's these legal ferrets has got our Puddin' in their clutches, and here's us, spellbound with anguish, watchin' them wolfin' it. Here's a situation as would wring groans from the breast of a boiled onion.
human
Why it's worse than droppin' soverins down a drain,
gpt
It's worse than catchin' your whiskers in the mangle,