Conceal’d, full many a day in school did lie,
Escaped the notice of the stern-eyed bloke,
To linger in this box and never die.
To take excursion by the iron way,
In smoking-carriage, where thick clouds arise;
To fumigate—(tho’ anti-smokers bray),
And blow their ashes into people’s eyes—
Their state forbids. Now, circumscribed they lie,
For pleasure useless, and for work as well;
Weak, helpless, all, I bid them now good-by;