“PRIDE.
“In a ditch at the back of the house there dwelt
A preserved meat tin and a kettle.
They were both very ancient, and battered, and bent,
In the kettle’s left side was a terrible dent,
And the tin was of rusty old metal.
“But haughty and proud to the last degree,
They both of them greatly desired
To be thought very grand, so they practised deceit,
They called their old ditch ‘A Suburban retreat,’