I dwells in the Herth, and I breathes in the Hair;
If you searches the Hocean, you’ll find that I’m there.
The first of all Hangels, in Holympus am Hi,
Yet I’m banished from ’Eaven, expelled from on ’Igh.
But though on this Horb I’m destined to grovel,
I’m ne’er seen in an ’Ouse, in an ’Ut, nor an ’Ovel;
Not an ’Oss nor an ’Unter e’er bears me, alas!
But often I’m found on the top of a Hass.
I resides in a Hattic, and loves not to roam,
And yet I’m invariably absent from ’Ome.