Happy at heart, though in pitiful plight,
The victor crawled away;
He slept the sleep of the just all night
And half of the following day.
Sing loud and strong, sing all day long,
Sing Yoicks! and Hullabaloo!
But I’ve had enough of this doggerel stuff
And so, I should think, have you!
“HE CLIMBED A FIR-TREE HIGH”