THE DEAN'S MANNER OF LIVING

On rainy days alone I dine

Upon a chick and pint of wine.

On rainy days I dine alone,

And pick my chicken to the bone;

But this my servants much enrages,

No scraps remain to save board-wages.

In weather fine I nothing spend,

But often spunge upon a friend;

Yet, where he's not so rich as I,

I pay my club, and so good b'ye.