For a clumsy lout, with a wooden leg,

To come with his endless Peg! Peg!

Peg! Peg!

With a wooden leg,

Till countless holes I'm drove in.

("Drove," I have said, and it should be "driven"

A hearthrug's blunders should be forgiven,

For wretched scribblers have exercised

Such endless bosh and clamour,

So improvidently have improvised,