Sir Brian struggled home again, and chopped up his battle­axe,

Sir Brian took his fighting boots, and threw them in the fire.

He is quite a different person now he hasn’t got his spurs on,

And he goes about the village as B. Botany, Esquire.

“I am Sir Brian? Oh, no!

I am Sir Brian? Who’s he?

I haven’t got any title, I’m Botany—

Plain Mr. Botany (B).”

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