Thomas Hood

A man perfect to the finger tips.

A man perfect to the finger tips.

And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.

And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.

A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.

A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.

With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
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With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread.

Well, something must be done for May,
The time is drawing nigh--
To figure in the Catalogue,
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Well, something must be done for May,
The time is drawing nigh--
To figure in the Catalogue,
And woo the public eye.
Something I must invent and paint;
But oh my wit is not
Like one of those kind substantives
That answer Who and What?