Tinker tinker do I 'tink?
Yes I do I really think!
'mell I do of things in fear,
they are great and they are mere,
of you to hide in me a tide,
and finally let me abide,
in true content; I will not repent,
for all this time is sure well spent!
and ye of very little 'tinks
may go along as ye thinks
and let the dew akiss thy brow,
upon thy coffin's bloddy bow,
and then shall ye know the wisdom thus,
of 'tinks ye ne'er had need to fuss!