Lambs, buds, leap up; the lark to heaven climbs;
Bread does the same; the price of baccy's brutal;
And save (I do not note it in The Times)
They make exemptions for evolving rhymes,
Dashed if I mean to tootle!
Evoe.
Sportsman (just emerged from the brook). "Four in, did you say? Dash it all—just my luck. Got my glasses all mud and can't see ther fun."