But show T. a crust,
Well, it’s a thousand to one he’ll eat it.”
She dilates on the treatment we need,
All our habits, our drinks, our feed:
“I repeat, Mr. T....
Doesn’t realise all, but
He cannot be trusted for greed.”
“Mr. N., however is wise,
At the sight of eggs hard boiled he sighs,
But eschew them I must,