The Wise Man

M ICHAEL has a book-shelf
Stacked amazin' high!
Michael reads in sivin tongues
Wid a rheumy eye!

Faith, he's called a wise man,
Readin' half the night;
Delvin' into stoodjous things
Betther kept from sight!

Michael spends a Spring day
Squintin' o'er a script—
Michael niver kisst a gerrl
Warm and rosy-lipped!

Faith, I've studied long, now,
Wimmen and their ways—
And judgin' where it's took me
Thim were stoodjous days!

Little rote I've learnt me,
Little have I read—
But I know a thing or two
Not in Michael's head!