Oh! did you ne'er hear of a jolly young Carpenter,
Sawing his logs, with the song of the lark:
In tripping the lasses there ne'er was a Sarpenter ,
Didn't they think his voice sweet after dark!

To give his opinions and thoughts in extenso,
I can't, so, to say they were moral, will do:
His Bible he stuck to, in spite of Colenso,
And taught the girls Genesis while the cock crew.
Ahem! — —