Or at least a third-class smoker,
And he called to mind the adage,
“Third-class riding’s always better,
Better far than first-class walking.”
Bitterly the Dudshires grumbled,
When they found their third-class riding
Was to be in old horse-boxes,
Squashed like figs and not so comfy:
Thirty-nine at first were crammed in,
Then another and another,