There were two poachers caught in a steel trap,
Ready for gaol, their place of convalescence.
There was a country girl in a close cap
And scarlet cloak (I hate the sight to see since—
Since—since—in youth I had the sad mishap,
But luckily I have paid few parish fees since).
That scarlet cloak, alas, unclosed with rigour,
Presents the problem of a double figure.