" POOR ANGUSOh what do you do, poor Angus,When hunger makes you cry?" I fix myself an omelet, sir,Of fluffy clouds and sky." Oh what do you wear, poor Angus,When winds blow down the hills?" I sew myself a warm cloak, sir,Of hope and daffodils." Oh who do you love, poor Angus,When Catherine's left the moor?" Ah, then, sir, then's the only timeI feel I'm really poor. "