Though Bob knew nought of Æolus,
He learnt, from this internal fuss,
'Twas time for breakfast now:
Or, as he said, "for bit and sup,
His innards was a kicking up
Sich a unkimmon row."
'Twas thus intent on déjeûner,
Our hungry dustman took his way,
In search of fitting food:
Nor long his quest, until he came,