(“All in the dumps,” says Randy)
Upon his head reproaches rain;
With a hurly-burly gammon and spinach.
(“Yo, ho!” sings chuckling Randy.)
It was who’s to go and who’s to rise?
(“That’s the rub!” says Randy)
Each marked the other with jealous eyes,
With a grumbling, rumbling gammon and spinach.
(“What fun!” says mischievous Randy.)
The kindest and the truest man,