I trembled to hear what he said;
For salmon and shrimps ’twas the wrong time of year,
So I pitched on a beautiful maid;
I brought home my beautiful maid:
“Here, cook! dress this beautiful maid;
Go boil it,—don’t spoil it,
But see it well done,
And I’ll dine on my beautiful maid!”
But an ugly black cat, I speak it with grief,
My delicate tit-bit waylaid,