Waverley went swimming aquas,
Leaving Dorothea at home.
He took a bundle of bull bubbles
With him, not knowing how to swim.
And he dove as best he could,
He plunged headlong rather.
But the head was heavier than the legs
It remained then under water.
His wife, having learned of tribulation
Wanted to make sure by own.
And the legs of her beloved in the pond
She, having seen, turned to stone.
Years passed, that pond dried up.
And the alleys were overgrown with grass
But to this day a pair of legs stick out
And the skeleton of Dorothea, alas.