Till, "Stay!" says a Fat One,—"We're no Elves,
To dance all night without stopping!
Now for supper!" They help'd themselves,
For the servants were gone to bed; on shelves
And tables they quested by tens and twelves,
And quick to the floor kept dropping.
As a Cockroach ran by, says Tom Cricket to him,
"Fetch me up a piece of potato,
Good Sir!—to mix in the crowd I'm too slim."
Says Jack Cockroach, "I see you are proud and prim;