But now that our wise Parliament
Has scoffed at your predicament,
And laid it down, in words of stone,
That smoking stands out on its own
As far more serious a scrape
than murder, larceny or rape -

I must confess I feel (I do!)
A certain sympathy for you.
I went too far - I dab my eyes -
For yes, I do, apologise.

Still, if you must, don't break the laws:
You'll have to light up out-of-doors!