Privy Jib by 3 Leonards and a Macnee We lazed in the privy by day, Qi blazed the auk's fig, A pox on your mill's privacy! Aye, java foe, your ogee does moan. Tote the tottling koi, Quieten the gaze of the inner zag. The hoe grazed days, Cure the tin sinner winners With drays of ivy, Truce is the crux of the jib.