Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.
He is not drunk, who from the floor, can rise and stand and shout for more
The old men know when an old man dies.
A husband is a guy who tells you when you've got on too much lipstick and helps you with your girdle when your hips stick.
Then blessings on thee, my afternoon torpor Thou makest a prince of a mental porpor.
The burnt child, urged by rankling ire, Can hardly wait to get back at the fire.