But she quietly took the spoons to Sterret,
And nothing more was said about it.
A month went by, and Fama, the wench!
Had not spread a whisper to urge remorse,
And Judge Wyman sat on the legal bench,
Trying a fellow for stealing a horse.
The evidence was all due north.
It froze the prisoner every minute,
Till Judge Wyman called the culprit forth,
And asked what “he had to say agin it?”