WE drive the hoop along the green of life
And hear no voice behind us: one cries out
‘T is lesson-time: on rolls the hoop: at last
It reels and falls: we then look round and shout,
Who took my apples and my nuts away?
Our playmates crunch the apples, crack the nuts,
And pat us on the back and laugh amain.
Poets! the moral of my verse ye know.