I felt quite sure you were his victim,
When back a sorry wreck you came,
I very nearly went and kicked him!
Did Love take wings, and fly away?
Grew my affection less? No, never!
To tell the truth, I'm bound to say
I fondly loved you more than ever!
With him—the man who was my friend—
It's pretty clear you got on badly;
Your ribs, somehow, seem prone to bend,