The Student wept like anything to feel starvation dire.

“If I don’t get a feed,” he said, “I really shall expire.”

“Seven deaths in seven months will ruin me,” she cried.

“You wouldn’t care,” the Student said, “if I lay down and died.”

“What nonsense!” said the Landlady, “do you think I’ve got no pride?”

The Student and the Landlady are bitter foes you know;

The Student wept like anything because she bade him go.

“How cruel it is, ” the Student said, “to deal me such a blow.

Seven shifts in seven weeks I really can’t afford;

But pack my books and shirts and things I’ll go and hire a Ford

“I doubt it,” said the Landlady, “unless you pay your board.”