Pray you, let me not be saddled
With a single "clear" or addled.
See! the temperature is steady.
Now then, Goddess, are you ready?
Hear me, Goddess, next invoking
You to keep the lamp from smoking,
And, the plea so humbly voiced, you're
Sure to regulate the moisture?
Oh, Lucina, 'twill be ripping
When we hear the eggs all pipping!