I soon came down to simple "M!"
The very servants cross'd my wish,
My Susan let me down to them.
The poker hardly seem'd my own,
I might as well have been a log—
What d'ye think of that, my Cat?
What d'ye think of that, my Dog?
My clothes they were the queerest shape!
Such coats and hats she never met!
My ways they were the oddest ways!