If e'er he went into excess, / 'Twas from a somewhat lively thirst; / But he who would his subjects bless, / Odd's fish!—must wet his whistle first; / And so from every cask they got, / Our king did to himself allot / At least a pot. / Sing ho, ho, ho! and he, he, he! / That's the kind of king for me.

Most children are mischievious, in one way or another, but the boy in this book hatches a plan like no other, and invites some friends for dinner.

The assault was fierce, such that he passed out and remembers nothing further of the attack.

Money's a little tight right now, let's age our bills for a week or so.