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.