"Good-morrow!" the youth to the Woodcutter cried;
"Father William, you're 'sniggling,' I see!"
With a smile of bland 'cuteness the Old Man replied,
"Master William, good morrow! I be!"
"You are old, Father William," the young Kaiser said,
"And your hair, what there is of it, 's white;
And yet you still stand at the Government's head—
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
"Some twenty years since," Father William replied,
"I'd a passionate wish to retire;