I wish that you would lend;
In these dilemmas I'm aware
There's nothing like a friend."
Cries Ellwide, while his bag of blunt
He hides from hapless Snob,
"Thro' the whole house if you were to hunt
You wouldn't find a bob.
"I'm sorry it should happen so,
But poverty's no crime;
You're always welcome here, you know—