My wife's dad, Hollis Barnett loved poetry and had memorized a number of poems. I wrote about that https://paulluverajournalonline.com/weblog/2010/03/i-write-this-in-memory-of-my-wifes-father-hollis-hall-barnett-whodied-in-puyallup-washington-on-march-22-1990-at-the-a.html and mentioned of the poems was Sugar Toothed Dick. I could not locate the full poem until my friend Dennis Donnelly located it. Here it is
O For dainties was sick,
So he slyly stole into the kitchen,
Snatched a cup from the pantry,
And darted out quick,
Unnoticed by mother or Gretchen.
Whispered he, "There s no cake,
For to-morrow they bake,
But this custard looks rich and delicious ;
How they ll scold at the rats,
Or the mice, or the cats ;
For of me I don t think they re suspicious,
"They might have filled up
Such a mean little cup !
And for want of a spoon I must drink it:
But tis easy to pour
Hark! who s at the door?"
And the custard went down ere you d thinlr it.
With a shriek he sprang up;
To the floor dashed the cup;
Then he howled, tumbled, sputtered, and blustered,
Till the terrible din
Brought the whole household in
He had swallowed a cupful of mustard.