There's a famous seaside place called BlackpoolThat's noted for fresh air and funAnd Mr. and Mrs. RamsbottomWent there with young Albert, their son.A fine little lad were young Albert,All dressed in his best, quite a swell.He'd a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle;The finest that Woolworth's could sell.They didn't think much to the ocean,The waves they were piddlin' and small.There were no wrecks and nobody drownded,'Fact, nothin' to laugh at at all!So, seeking for further amusement,They paid, and went into the zoo,Where they'd lions and tigers and camelsAnd cold ale and sandwiches, too.There were one great big lion called WallaceWhose nose was all covered with scars;He lay in a som-no-lent postureWith the side of 'is face on the bars.Now Albert 'ad 'eard about lions-'Ow they was ferocious and wild;To see lion lyin' so peacefulJust didn't seem right to the child.So straightway the brave little feller,Not showin' a morsel of fear,Took 'is stick with the 'orse's 'ead 'andleAnd stuck it in Wallace's ear.You could see that the lion din't like it,For givin' a kind of a roll,'E pulled Albert inside the cage with 'imAnd swallered the little lad - 'ole!Now Mother 'ad seen this occurrence,And not knowin' what to do next,She 'ollered "Yon lion's et Albert!"An' Father said "Ee, I am vexed."They complained to an animal keeperWho said "My, wot a nasty mis'ap;Are you sure it's your boy 'e's eaten?"Pa said, "Am I sure? There's 'is cap!"The manager 'ad to be sent for;'E came and 'e said "Wot's to-do?"Ma said "Yon lion's et Albert,And 'im in 'is Sunday clothes, too!"Father said "Right's right, young feller-I think it's a shame and a sinTo 'ave our son et by a lionAnd after we paid to come in."The manager wanted no trouble;He took out his purse right away,Sayin' "'Ow much to settle the matter?"Pa said "Wot do you usually pay?"But Mother 'ad turned a bit awkwardWhen she saw where 'er Albert 'ad gone.She said "No, someone's got to be summonsed!"So that was decided upon.And off they all went to p'lice stationIn front of a Magistrate chap;They told what 'ad 'appened to AlbertAnd proved it by showing 'is cap.The Magistrate gave 'is opinionThat no one was really to blame,And 'e said that 'e 'oped the RamsbottomsWould 'ave further sons to their name.At that Mother got proper blazin':"And thank you, sir, kindly," said she-"Wot, spend all our lives raisin' childrenTo feed ruddy lions? Not me!"
