Who best your pipe and glass can fill?
Whose taper fingers light the spill?
Who, if you’re poorly, knows Pa’s pill?
Pol.—[ruefully.]
Your Mother!
Oph.—
Who, when in sulky mood you fret—
P’raps kick your corn, or lose a bet—
Sings still, “We may be happy yet!”
Pol.—[cheerfully.]