A fifth, 'more betterer' than all,
Was shipping off 'towards Bengal.'
"You went to try to use your tongue,
To save a friend from being hung;
You wrench'd your foot 'aginst a stone,'
And 'laid' your ancle to the bone;
Which gave you such a horrid 'feel,'
The Doctor thinks 'twill never heal.
But still you must submit to fate,
And hope you're not a deal—too late."