In sooth, quite prim and gay,
With the exception of a hat;
So he plung’d in the street,
Found out a shop, and righted that:
Thus made himself complete—
Whilst, on his countenance, a smile
Told plainly how he prized his “tile.”
As this[46] was all Joe’s broken cash,
Nought better he desired,—
Quite good enough, he thought, to smash,