There's A Fascination Frantic In A Ruin

When The Enterprising Burglar Isn't Burgling; When The Cut-throat Isn't Occupied In Crime; He Loves To Hear The Little Brook A-gurgling; And Listen To The Merry Village Chime.

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.

Oh! A Private Buffoon Is A Light-hearted Loon, If You Listen To Popular Rumour; From Morning To Night He's So Joyous And Bright, And He Bubbles With Wit And Good Humour!

See How The Fates Their Gifts Allot, For A Is Happy-b Is Not. Yet B Is Worthy, I Dare Say, Of More Prosperity Than A.

I See No Objection To Stoutness, In Moderation.