But none of them are Laureates, though clever in their way;
So I'm going to write you a play, HENRY, I'm going to write you a play.
'Twill be all right at night, HENRY, on that my name I'll stake:
I've got a good Egyptian plot, that's safe, I'm told, to take.
You're poisoned in a temple, Miss TERRY dies at bay—
I am writing you such a play, HENRY, I am writing you such a play.
As I came towards the theatre, whom think ye I should see,
But Messrs. HARE and KENDAL, looking sorrowful at me?
They were thinking of The Falcon I wrote but yesterday,
And they didn't ask me for a play, HENRY, they didn't ask me for a play.