Well, it's a thousand to one he'll eat it."
She dilates on the treatment we need,
All our habits, our drinks, our feed;
"I repeat, Mr. T—
Doesn't realise all, but
He cannot be trusted for greed."
"Mr. N—, however, is wise,
At the sight of eggs hard boiled he sighs,
D— eschew them I must
And that beautiful crust,