human
What is that, mother?
gpt
The funny man, child. His hands are black, but his heart is mild.
human
May I touch him, mother?
gpt
O, why does he wear such a ghastly grin?
human
That's the outward sign of a joke within.
gpt
Will he crack it, mother?
human
Not so, my saint; 'T is meant for the _Saturday Livercomplaint.
gpt
Does he suffer, mother?
human
God help him, yes!-- A thousand and fifty kinds of distress.
gpt
What makes him sweat so?
human
The demons that lurk In the fear of having to go to work.
gpt
Why doesn't he end, then, his life with a rope?
human
Abolition of Hell has deprived him of hope.