To enjoy (was she to blame)
The early vegetation!
Becky W⸺s, who went to pot,
From burton ale and brandy,
Fonder was of Tippy Top,
Than children’s sugar candy;
No more the cut of Tippy’s frock,
No more his strut invites her,
’Tis now the cut of Israel’s cock
That comforts and delights her.