Escape, by good fortune, the bachelor’s curse!
My fourth and my last, as I’ll go on to tell,
Is nought more or less than a capital L.
Now L being fifty, will even divide
One Hundred, or teachers and books have all lied.
Now examine with care, and plain you will see
That to unlock a secret, an L is the key;
For woo, with L added, is changed into wool,
Whether worn on a sheep, or an African’s skull.
Whether made into clothing, for bed or for body,