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！