O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

How Bravely Autumn Paints Upon The Sky The Gorgeous Fame Of Summer Which Is Fled!

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.

While The Steeples Are Loud In Their Joy, To The Tune Of The Bells' Ring-a-ding, Let Us Chime In A Peal, One And All, For We All Should Be Able To Sing Hullah Baloo.

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.