To be so low upon the wall,
Or placed upon the list at all.
No one suspects that you're a glutton,
And so you're served with cold boiled mutton;
Nor grudged, to aid your mental work,
That luxury—a silver fork!
Of course, you'll show no sort of blindness
To such extraordinary kindness.
A vulgar person, 'take your davy,'
Would have steel prongs, hot chops, and gravy;