Fancy them causing such a big fuss,
And upsetting a beauty like Lily.
`Good woman', they cried to the keeper of shop,
Their voices arising so shrilly,
'More food if you please, for ours has gone cold,
And a fresh pot of tea for our Lily'.
Then laugh did all three, and made fun of the fact
That the owner must cook yet more scoff
And such was their glee, that they said, `Is it free?'
And drew something quite rude on the cloth.
And so Mrs. Strudel, that genial host,
Did approach and was pleasant with charm.
She knew of these types, they came in now and then, And so were no cause for alarm.
So, she took out her pad, and licked of her pen,
To make of a note, maybe two,
But then put them away, when that Willy did say,
`My goodness this place is just poo'.
Then angry she got, tha
