Classic Poem

I saw the Devil walking down the lane
Behind our house. — A heavy bag
Was strapped upon his shoulders and the rain
Sizzled when it hit him.
He picked a rag
Up from the ground and put it in his sack,
And grinned, and rubbed his hands.
There was a thing
Alive inside the bag upon his back
— It must have been a soul! I saw it fling
And twist about inside, and not a hole
Or cranny for escape! Oh, it was sad!
I cried, and shouted out, — Let out that soul!
But he turned round, and, sure, his face went mad,
And twisted up and down, and he said " Hell! "
And ran away ... Oh, mammy! I'm not well!