If to spwoort you be inclined,
Plaze to bear this here in mind—
Pegs beant made no race to win,
Be zhart o’ wind, and tight o’ skin,
Dwont’ee hunt ’em, but instead
At backswyrd break each other’s yead
Cheezes down the manger rowl—
Or try and clim the greasy powl.
“Pegs! in stubble yeard and stye,
May you be never zard like I,