Odes from a bumpkin...

'Tis dog's delight to bark and bite
And little birds to sing
And if you sit on a red hot brick
It's sign of an early spring.

There was an old person of Tring
Who, when somebody asked her to sing
Replied "Ain't it odd
I can never tell God
Save the Weasel from Pop Goes the King"

There was a young woman from Tottenham
Who'd no manners or else she'd forgotten 'em;
At tea at the vicar's
She tore off her knickers
Because she explained she was 'ot in 'em