All Truefit's wigs, I'm told, fit true and tight.
Two men were arguing, with wooden legs,
No doubt each thought the other was mistaken;
The cabin boy let fall a plate of eggs
And broke them all, although he saved his bacon.
There were some ladies as it often haps,
Both plebeian and patrician—high and low—
And Andrew thought that many set their caps
At the young men, in hopes to catch a beau.
There were some butcher's daughters, wondrous proud