By the ends, and he looked and he got profane.
But he couldn’t find it and wouldn’t wait,
—He was mad as a bug and desperate,
And the crack-brained critter—what do ye
think?
Why, he stuck his thumb in the unhooked link.
He didn’t consider that ’twarn’t his fid,
But the oxen started—and then he did!
He see’d his mistake, as most men do,
When the deed is done and the thing is through: