K
I am baked in a cake, but I never see bread,
I can fork hay, and rake, but I can't lie in bed;
I can like, but not love; though no doe, I'm with the buck;
I'm in kite, but not in dove; and I'm always in luck.
J
I'm in a baby-jumper, and with joy I laugh and sing,
But I quickly find myself shut up in jail,
Where I pass my time in jokes, or perhaps in conjuring,
Till I lead the Judge, who says I'm "out on bail."
I
I live in an Inn, yet I never taste beer,
I never smoke, chew, or use snuff;
I am seen in high life, yet I'm true to my wife,
And now I have told you enough.
H
At the door of a hut I must stand, it is true,
Yet of the king's household I'm one;
I revel in heather all wet with the dew,
And yet I am never in fun. [{343}]
G
I grow in grace, yet gayety
Would have no place except for me;
I greet the gardener with a grin,
E'en though I lie the grave within.
I'm with the King, yet shun the Queen;
I walk in grey, ah! yes in green;
I gleam in gold, yet live in gloom,
And at a wedding kiss the groom.
