Classic Poem

1
Donought would have everything;
Eat the lark, and use its wing;
Sip the sweet, and be the sting:
Donought is the only King.
2

Donought is an alchemist;
Hencock is a communist;
Idle head is heavy fist;
Will's a right line--with a twist.
3

Hark! the throstle! what sings he?
"Worm, my Beauty, come to me!'
Yet all lovely things are free:
"Chain'd and happy, cannot be.'
4

"See the daisies, how they grow!'
When they list, the breezes blow:
Why can't weary man do so?
All enjoy, and nothing owe?
5

"Mouth, keep open! Eyes, be shut!'
Take no care for back or gut:
Best of women is the slut:
Hey, for cattle cook'd and cut!