Fytte VIII. The Ghost.
Forbidden fruit is sweet they say;
And so its gathered every day;
And should this fruit be sweet before,
Forbid it, and 'tis ten times more.
Eugene oft coveted the pot
Of honey that John Dull had got
Placed on the shelf above his head,
For safety, when he went to bed;
John slept, John snored; then ope'd his eyes
And stared about him with surprise.
"What's this I see come crawling on?"
"Sure, 'tis a strange phenomenon."
