(It almost spoiled his appetite).
And so it went, until one day
He met Sir Fox, who stopped to say
(Keeping just far enough away,
Yet in a casual, off-hand way,
As if he did n’t care a fig),
“Good-morning to you, Thingumjig.”
To-day we think it infra dig,
To use such words as Thing um jig;
But what is now a vulgar word