But he read in a way that you’d scarcely believe
(For you didn’t know Albert McGee),—
In a way that the bejants all agreed
Was really frightful to see.
And this was the reason he always said no,
When invited out to a spree
(His favourite excuse was a very bad cold,
But that was all fiddle-de-dee).
And always at midnight his landlady came,
Bringing him gallons of tea;