chunk: Who died by a spider’s cruel bite.
  
  He was well known in Arthur’s court,
  
  Where he afforded gallant sport;
  
  He rode at tilt and tournament,
  
  And on a mouse a-hunting went;
  
  Alive he fill’d the court with mirth,
  
  His death to sorrow soon gave birth.
  
  Wipe, wipe your eyes, and shake your head,
  
  And cry, ‘Alas! Tom Thumb is dead.