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

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

Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.

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