When the man of mosaical blood
Petition’d to have half the nest;
But Smouch was no chum to his mind,
So the poet said “Smouch, d’ye see,
“Two cocks of a different kind
“In the same roost can never agree.”
First the parson’s wife got into bed,
And close to the wall plac’d her side,
Then the parson, by jealousy led,
Laid his hand o’er the quim of his bride;