Joseph Skipsey

The Tower

MY wee, wee fawn, you see me yawn?
   Well, I’m not much disposed to flattery;
And were I so, you rogue! you know
   You’re proof against the fiercest battery.
 
You have an ear? of stone, my dear;
   A heart? yes, yes, of temper’d iron,
And love of self, the little elf,
   Doth with a Tower of Brass environ!
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