Life's A Pudding Full Of Plums.

What Though I Cannot Meet My Bills? What Though I Suffer Toothache's Ills? What Though I Swallow Countless Pills?

When You Are Lying Awake With A Dismal Headache, And Repose Is Tabooed By Anxiety, I Conceive You May Use Any Language You Choose To Indulge In Without Impropriety.

Then A Sentimental Passion Of A Vegetable Fashion Must Excite Your Languid Spleen, An Attachment A La Plato For A Bashful Young Potato, Or A Not-too-french French Bean!

My Family Pride Is Something Inconceivable. I Can't Help It. I Was Born Sneering.

I See No Objection To Stoutness, In Moderation.