The heathen thief, Ah Tie.
But, blessings on the pastry man!
Oh! blessings, rich and high,
Upon the cook who cooked a rag
Within that currant pie!
Dim was the light, and large the bite
The thief to bolt did try,
And in his haste, along with paste,
He gulped the wiper dry.
So thus it proves that slight affairs