Jacob Jacobs, of Oakland, he swore:
  "Dat Solomon Martin—I'll haf his gore!"
  Solomon Martin, of Oakland, he said:
  "Of Shacob Shacobs der bleed I vill shed!"
  So they met, with seconds and surgeon at call,
  And fought with pistol and powder and—all
  Was done in good faith,—as before I said,
  They fought with pistol and powder and—shed
  Tears, O my friends, for each other they marred
  Fighting with pistol and powder and—lard!
  For the lead had been stolen away, every trace,
  And Christian hog-product supplied its place.
  Then the shade of Moses indignant arose:
  "Quvicker dan lighdnings go vosh yer glose!"
  Jacob Jacobs, of Oakland, they say,
  Applied for a pension the following day.
  Solomon Martin, of Oakland, I hear,
  Will call himself Colonel for many a year.