Said the sweet nymph unto the satyr
“Sir, surely you can’t grow any fatter!”.
Said the satyr
Unto the nymph
“Come you down from your high plinth
And let us make great sport together
In yonder heather!”.
But the nymph did gently smile
And said “I have been had
By many a rich handsome lad.
But sir, ‘tis not my style
To grace with my pretty face
And my fine silks and lace,
An ugly old satyr’s poor platter!”.