And very clever too.
’Tis true, we found them kind, when all
The world were cold as steel;
’Tis true, they were your early friends;
But, then, they’re not genteel.
There’s Lady Waxwork, who, when dressed,
Has nothing she can say;
Miss Triffle of her lap-dog’s tail
Will chatter half the day.
The Honourable Mr. Trick