FAME

He held a book in his knotty paws,

And its title grand read he:

“The Chronicles of the Kings” it was,

By the History Companee.

“I'm a monarch,” he said

( But a tear he shed )

“And my picter here you see.

“Great and lasting is my renown,

However the wits may flout —

As wide almost as this blessed town”

( But he winced as if with gout ).

“I paid‘ em like sin

For to put me in,

But it's O, and O, to be out!”