MY wee, wee fawn, you see me yawn? <br /> Well, I'm not much disposed to flattery; <br />And were I so, you rogue! you know <br /> You're proof against the fiercest battery. <br /> <br />You have an ear? of stone, my dear; <br /> A heart? yes, yes, of temper'd iron, <br />And love of self, the little elf, <br /> Doth with a Tower of Brass environ!<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tower-11/
