Sing a song of sixpence, in pockets made to lie,
One of forty art-birds, asked to shape the die;
When the dye was token’d, all who saw the mien
Sang—“This is not a dainty ‘tiz’[14] to set before the Queen.”
The Queen was in her country house, counting up her money;
Prince B.[15] was in the pantry, spreading his bread with honey;
The Chancellor was in the garden, hanging out old clothes,
When soon there came back word this “tizzy” to depose.
Truth. June 14, 1888.