This light demeanour to perceive;
It's scarcely comme il faut, I think:
Now—pray oblige me—do not wink.
"Don't dig my waistcoat into holes—
Your mission is to sell the souls
Of human sheep and human kids
To that divine who highest bids.
"Do well in this, and on your head
Unnumbered honours will be shed."
The agent said, "Well, truth to tell,