I askd my Dear Friend Orator Prigg

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!