Postscript.
Then blame me not, altho’ my verse
Sounds like an echo of C. S. C.
Since still they make ballads that worse and worse
Savour of diddle and hey-de-dee.
From Rhymes and Renderings. Cambridge. Macmillan and Bowes. 1887.
“Hey Diddle Diddle! the Cat and the Fiddle.”
Ah! joy with me, my neighbours, joy with me,
And let the air resound with glad acclaims,
For she indeed, our furry feline friend,