I wish we had a pudding here!
Methinks ’twould broil so clean and nice;
I’d make it ready in a trice;
She spoke—and in the chimney rumbled
A noise—and down a pudding tumbled!
The affrighted Susan stood amaz’d,
With tearful eyes, and hands uprais’d,
O’erwhelm’d with grief and self-reproach,
Farewell! to Madam in her coach!