"Well, then," says Dick, "if that ain't square,
It must be meant for meat;
So come along, my jovial mates,
To find what's good to eat."
They came across a great big plant,
A-growing tall and true.
Says Jack, says he, "I'm precious dry,"
And picked a leaf to chew.
While Tom takes up a sun-dried bit,
A-lying by the trees;