As she looked down because she knew
Her nose was big enough for two.
Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls
Stretched away into stately halls
And for him with a pipe in his ugly mug—
Oh, if she had him by the lug!
A manly form at her side she saw
And there was no estival catarrh.
Then she took up her burden of life anew
Sighing only “Ah-chee! Ah-choo!”