Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.

A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast sorrow was there- The sweet cheat gone.

It's a very odd thing&mdas; As odd as can be- That whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T.

'Who knocks?' 'I, who was beautiful, Beyond all dreams to restore, I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither, And knock on the door.'