“Sir, there’s no seam,” quoth she, “I never knew

That folks did apple dumplings sew.”

“No!” cried the staring monarch with a grin,

“How, how the devil got the apple in?”

On which the dame the curious scheme reveal’d

By which the apple lay so sly conceal’d,

Which made the Solomon of Britain start;

Who to the palace with full speed repair’d

And queen, and princesses so beauteous, scared,

All with the wonders of the dumpling art.