The Student and the Landlady were sitting by the fire,
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.”