VII.
     “What makes you want a skin this bean?”
     I asked with gushing fear,
     Then there was a wretched scene,
     For I saw him shed a tear.
                       VIII.
     “I want to act - that you know.”
     He said with face forlorn
     “But I cannot get a decent pose”.
     And so he ‘gan to mourn.
                      XI.
     “Aw Kid” I said “skin a cheese
     Then stand upon the heath
     Bond your knew, give a sneeze
     And then do skin your teeth.”
                       X.
     “Thank you”, he cried like many
     And then he gave me a penny.
     I said “you villainous knave
     Now don't forget to shave!”