To be Sir Bat-ears' share.
Mendicant muzzle and shrewd nose,
He quests from door to door;
Their grace they say—his shadow gray
Is instant on the floor,
Humblest of all the dogs there be,
A pensioner of the poor.
Harold (who has had the worst of an argument with his father). "All right, then, you don't get those six strokes I was going to give you this afternoon."