X.

The Piper's face fell, and he cried,
"No trifling! I can't wait, beside!
I've promised to visit by dinner–time
Bagdad, and accept the prime
Of the Head–Cook's pottage, all he's rich in,
For having left, in the Caliph's kitchen,
Of a nest of scorpions no survivor:
With him I proved no bargain–driver,
With you, don't think I'll bate a stiver!
And folks who put me in a passion
May find me pipe after another fashion."