Trust me, Baron T. de T.,
From yon blue heaven above us bent,
This simple granger and his spouse
Smile as you read your long descent.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
Nor must you think my language cruel,
It seems—excuse my girlish glee—
Consistency's a lovely jewel.
Baron Alfred T. de T.,
I know you're proud your name to own;