The Cook undoes the Oven Door; |Hot and dusty.|
The Kobold smells the baking Pies;
Licking his Lips, with glistening Eyes,
He hops across the Floor. |K⊕P.|
Our fat, old Betty sweats and blows;
She does not see how near he stands,
And when she bangs the Door, Good Lands!
It’ most cuts off his Nose.