(If you call Snooks an owl, he will show by his looks
That he’s morally certain you’re jealous of Snooks.)
[4] (Cuts rightly called wooden, as all must admit.)
That, is in most cases we do, but not all,
Past a doubt, there are men who are innately small,
Such as Blank, who, without being ’minished a tittle,
Might stand for a type of the Absolute Little.
(And at this just conclusion will surely arrive,
That the goodness of earth is more dead than alive.)
[7] Not forgetting their tea, and their toast, though, the while.
Turn back now to page—goodness only knows what,
And take a fresh hold on the thread of my plot.