Classic Poem

Counsel and wise old saws they offered,
Overwhelmed me with honours proffered,
Bade me wait a little—and see;
'Twas their firm intention to patronise me.

But none the less for their patronising
My death from starvation had not been surprising;
When lo! there turns up a worthy man,
Who sets about helping me all he can.

Worthy man! He provides me my dinner!
I'll never forget it, as I'm a sinner!
I'd give him the heartiest hug I can,
Only—I am myself this worthy man.