'As sure as eggs is eggs,' next morning;
And beg they'd please, in lieu of more freaks,
To "suit themselves as that day four weeks."
Who cares for their 'contempshus looks,'
Their "God sends meat, the devil cooks;"
They're only better sort of 'varments,'
I says, "good Masters makes good Sarvants."
If you're allow'd the kitchen stuff,
Be sure the meat's done quite enough;
But if your Mistress 'claps her paw,'