Were the dullards compelled to work, him and her,
With a hoe in their hands it would lessen their stir.
The quarrel arose from some fight for the Crown
And at it they went like some cats of renown;
And although we are poor, I am ready to swear
That Stephen and Madlen are freer from care.
Now let me impress on this whole family,
To think on the message delivered by me;
Lest the youth and his wife, through not getting enough,
Should say that my idleness caused lack of stuff.