Upon a twinge rheumatical,

And said she had a buzzing in her ears!

Now all of this bemoaning And this grumbling and this groaning

The mind of Jack, her son and heir, unconscionably bored.

His heart completely hardening, He gave his time to gardening,

For raising beans was something he adored.

Each hour in accents morbid

This limp maternal bore bid

Her callous son affectionate and lachrymose good-bys.