"And let me dip my beak, I say—
"The pewter is deep, and I am dry!"
"Perceiv'st thou verdure in my eye?
"X—X? Haw haw!"
"Oh stop," the maiden cried, "and lend
"Thy beery burden here, my friend—"
Th' unbidden tear regretful rose,
But still his thumb tip sought his nose;
"X—X? Haw haw!"
"Beware the gutter at thy feet!