I resemble poor little Jack Horner,
Except that the pie is non est.
Yet I fain would be awfully jolly,
I fain would be gay if I might;
I am ready for frolic and folly—
Oh, let me be comic to-night.
I was grieved when my opulent uncle
Was taken so terribly ill.
’Tis a fearful affair, a carbuncle,
And baffles all medical skill.