Dark nights were my joy for this reason:
Some orchard I’d visit alone;
Next morning some farmer would mention
My name with some fruit that was gone.
But now fruits are safe from all danger,
None’s miss’d since poor Toby’s away;
And the neighbors all wish I may never
Return from the place where I stay.
I forgot not my place at the table,
When “grub-time” was fast drawing nigh;