And lay the pipes so badly,
That even bland Surveyors sigh,
And tenants chatter madly."
(Here the Jerry Builder breaks in with his Jeremiad).
"I build my floors on rags and bones,
Or lush organic matter;
Or where the grass in swampy zones
Grows greener and grows fatter."
"My doors are sure to warp in time,
My slates let in the water;