The sermon’s over: they’re out of the porch,
And it’s time for me to move a leg;
But in general people who come from church,
And have called themselves sinners, hate chaps to beg.
I’ll wager they’ll all of ’em dine to-day!
I was easy half a minute ago.
If that isn’t pig that’s baking away,
May I perish!—we’re never contented—heigho!
BY THE ROSANNA
TO F. M.