I askèd my dear friend Orator Prig：

    `What's the first part of oratory？' He said： `A great wig.'

    `And what is the second？' Then， dancing a jig

    And bowing profoundly， he said： `A great wig.'

    `And what is the third？' Then he snored like a pig，

    And， puffing his cheeks out， replied： `A great wig.'

    So if a great painter with questions you push，

    `What's the first part of painting？' he'll say： `A paint-brush.'

    `And what is the second？' with most modest blush，

    He'll smile like a cherub， and say： `A paint-brush.'

    `And what is the third？' he'll bow like a rush，

    With a leer in his eye， he'll reply： `A paint-brush.'

    Perhaps this is all a painter can want：

    But， look yonder —— that house is the house of Rembrandt！