Who said, Peacock Pie'?
The old King to the sparrow:
Who said, Crops are ripe'?
Rust to the harrow:
Who said, Where sleeps she now?
Where rests she now her head,
Bathed in eve's loveliness?'
That's what I said.

Who said, Ay, mum's the word'?
Sexton to willow:
Who said, Green dusk for dreams,
Moss for a pillow'?

Who said, All Time's delight
Hath she for narrow bed
Life's troubled bubble broken'?
That's what I said.