The Bab Ballads, with Which Are Included Songs of a Savoyard

by W. S. Gilbert

First your counterpane goes and uncovers your toes, and your sheet

slips demurely from under you;

Then the blanketing tickles—you feel like mixed pickles,

so terribly sharp is the pricking,

And you're hot, and you're cross, and you tumble and toss

till there's nothing 'twixt you and the ticking.

Then the bedclothes all creep to the ground in a heap, and

you pick 'em all up in a tangle;

Next your pillow resigns and politely declines to remain at