Little bits of tinsel,
Twiddling lengths of silk,
Yards and yards of feathers
Getting in the milk:
Where on earth's the tweezers?
Lord, I've dropped the wax --
The hackle's like a hedgehog,
The dubbing feels like flax.
There's sweat upon my forehead,
There's silk floss in my hair,
The vice falls in the butter dish,
And the wings begin to tear.
The baby's in the tool-box;
There's mole's fur for my tea,
My poor old wife
Has just gone mad --
But I've made My First "K.B."!