And presently the various plats were mingled on the floor;
And the subsequent proceedings let us draw a curtain o'er.
For in less time than I write it every Cooky dropped his dish,
And our menu was as mucked as our worst enemy could wish;
And the way those Cookies chivied in their anger was a sin,
And the only dinner left 'em was the cheese—which I took in.
And this is all I have to say concerning this sad spill;
For I live at Greenlands (Henley), and my name is Moral BILL;
And I've told in simple language all I know about the shine
That demoralised our kitchen, and upset the year's Big Dine!