And Hooper, disinclined
 His trumpet to be blowing,
Yet didn't think you'd find
 A milder curate going.

A friend arrived one day
 At Spiffton-extra-Sooper,
And in this shameful way
 He spoke to Mr. Hooper:
 
"You think your famous name
 For mildness can't be shaken,
That none can blot your fame—
 But, Hooper, you're mistaken!
 
"Your mind is not as blank
 As that of Hopley Porter,
Who holds a curate's rank
 At Assesmilk-cum-Worter.