Nor even to copy a don!
A little sketching would bring some brass,
But in its musty case,
My scissors must lie, for I have but one eye
With which to look out for a face!"
With finger cunning and firm,
With one eye and a crooked back,
An old man clad in an old pair of bags,
Was carving a profile in black.
Snip! snip! snip!