Be still, my heart; throb less, my brain;
Ho! ho! my only client’s dead.
I think I hear a double knock;
I did—alas! it is a dun.
Tailor—avaunt! my sense you shock;
He’s dead! you know I had but one!
What’s this they thrust into my hand?
A bill returned!—ten pounds for bread!
My butcher got a large demand;
I’m mad! my only client’s dead.