My second shuns company,

My third assembles company,

My whole puzzles company.

Co-nun-drums.

Safe on a fair one’s arm my first may rest,

And raise no tumult in a husband’s breast;

To those who neither creep, nor run, nor fly,

The want of legs my second will supply.

My whole’s a rival of the fairest toast,

And when I’m liked the best I suffer most.