Not the shade of a cork can he anywhere see,
Though the kettle is boiling—it may be for tea.
But I often have seen the same trick played before
When I was but a young one, about half a score,
As my ma has been mending some portion of dress,
(What the garment might be I will leave you to guess).
If a loud double-knock has been heard at the door,
Quick as thought the said garment has rolled to the floor;
And been under the sofa kicked out of the way,
Till the visit has ended the guest came to pay.