As partridges, puffins or pigs,
Who are never a prey to the hump,
So at least I interpret my Spriggs.
Next, the harder it freezes or snows
The greater the value of fat,
And the larger the appetite grows
Of John, Sandy, Taffy and Pat.
(Conversely, in Midsummer days,
When liquid more freely one swigs,
Less viand the appetite stays—