And when I was dead they
anointed my bones,
And placed me up here
on the wall;
But that organ at first was
so loud in its tones,
Of rest I found nothing
at all.
A crocodile truly. You've
heard my sad tale,
And I say that such lies
are a sin;
While the protests I make, seeming nought to avail,
Are enough to make any one thin!
[Footnote 1: This is a Yorkshire word, meaning "cloth.">[
[Illustration: THE CROCODILE OF ST. BERTRAND.]