A tongue that could almost have butter'd a crumpet,—
The deaf old woman bought the Trumpet.
The Pedlar was gone. With the horn's assistance,
She heard his steps die away in the distance;
And then she heard the tick of the clock,
The purring of puss, and the snoring of Shock;
And she purposely dropped a pin that was little,
And heard it fall as plain as a skittle!
'Twas a wonderful Horn, to be but just!