His voice has a sonorous sound;
But the envy of all who behold
Is the way that his puttees are wound.
Blue-eyed, debonair, with a hat
Cocked sideways the eighth of an inch,
He’s sparrow-like: but for all that
The name in his pay-book is Finch.
C COMPANY COOK
“Do you want j-jam on it?” he’d say,
Twirling a red moustache.