SELLA DE BANAN.
The shades of eve wore growing bright
Beneath the street's electric light.
When on the pensive air there rung
The accents of a Dago's tougue"Sella de banan!"
He had a queer more-shackled cart.
And all day long he stood where bart-
Ter 'mid the throng raged fierce and high,
And yelled to all the passers-by"Sella de banan! "
His face was of the chestnut's hue;
A bunch with either hand he drew
And wildly thrust beneath your nose,
Still crying, tho' your ire arose"Sella de banan!"
"Go! "shouts a big policeman there,
"Git from this corner, or I'll bear
You off to decorate a cell!"
Still rang that persevering yell"Sella de banan! "
He bribed that big policeman there
With two bananas plump and fair!
And still in sweet security
He sang out with Italian glee"Sella de banan! "
Some of them picked were over-ripe,
Others where of a pea-green stripe;
He trimmed the former ones to suit,
Still bellowing above his fruit"Sella de banan! "
At last there came along a team.
It heeded not that Dago's scream-
Smashed him and cart in smithereens!
His ghost now yells, 'mid other scenes "Sella de banan! "