But Choppers he says, and he looks very bold,
That the meat which he sells is the best ever sold.
But oh! oh! oh! Joe Podgers doth know
Where many a calf of his worst doth go.
Joe Podgers reclines in his easy chair
Without ever dreaming of strife:
But the dead-meat inspector is heard to declare
That the time for a summons is rife.
And the magistrate has a most critical tongue,
And condemns Podgers’ meat to the dogs to be flung.