I took them home, I toasted them, p’raps upwards of a score,
And never had so fine a feast on luscious fare before,
‘And now,’ I said, ‘I’ll go to bed, and dream of eating more.’
All night I lay uneasily, and rolled from side to side,
At first without one wink of sleep, no matter how I tried;
And then I dreamt I was a ’bus, and gurgled ‘Full inside!’
I was a ’bus by nightmares drawn on to some giddy crest,
Now launched like lightning through the air, now stop’d, and now compressed;
I felt a million muffin men were seated on my chest!
I heard their bells—their horrid bells—in sound as loud as trumpets,