In short, who knows the time of day,

Is hup to snough, hall there, ho fay?

Who ’olds the pulse of Isterry?

I hansers ortily, Y, ME!—

Me, an’ a few kongfrares as well

Wot waits upon the Front Door Bell.

The wuld is pantin’ for to know

The goins on of WEG. an’ Co.

His bedtime an’ the time he riz,

His hegsits an’ his hentrances,