Were jingles without reason ;

The present rhymes for modern times

 

Are rhymes, and also reason.
I’ve twisted and untwisted them
To suit the present season,
And given each a pleasant turn—
May none declare it treason!
Here each will find some dear old chum,
And smile, too, when he sees him;
To meet again the friends of youth
Grown up is sure to please him.
Fresh morals freely are dispensed,
So sweet, each cries ‘Give me some!’
Whilst errors have been swept away

With a remorseless besom!