When I was told he had been learning To be a carpenter, I said, 'Perchance he learned his craft by turning His eyes, to turn a fellow's head!' Unhappy boughs! They'll soon be rueing He chose to chop them, this fine spring, For some are singled out for hewing, And some are marked for hammering. Converted to a wooden block! It's A just reward for roguery And ever plucking at his pockets When they were branches on a tree. |