That folks did apple dumplings sew.”
“No?” cried the staring monarch with a grin,
“Then how the devil got the apple in?”
But Pindar’s “King of France and the Fair Lady” is seldom, if ever, found outside of his now scarce poetical works:
A king of France upon a day,
With a fair lady of his court,
Was pleased at battledore to play—
A very fashionable sport.
Into the bosom of this fair court dame,
Whose whiteness did the snow’s pure whiteness shame,