As the music of calves when for mammy they bellow.
In stature he's stumpy, approaching to fat,
With a very broad face and a still broader hat,
Which, perched all on one side, like an avalanche sat;
And so brightly would twinkle his little black eyes
(When he uttered his jokes, which would often arise)
That like di'monds they gleamed of first water and size.
His good lady, however, was quite his reverse,—
She was scraggy and lanky, and, what was far worse,
For ever was teased with a terrible cough,