For he said, "It's my natur' to act like a traitor,
Since it runs in the joints of a Heed."
There once was a Copperhead Diddle,
Who played to the Heed second fiddle;
When they said, "It is small!" it replied, not at all,
Says he, "I ain't dead—as a live Copperhead
I'm a squirmulous vermiform Wriggler."
There was an old servant called Peter,
So moody in humor and feature
Because the good people from the church with a steeple