They found him in a little nook
   Taking a well-deservèd rest,
Reclining with his half-read book
   Lying, open, upon his chest;
With glasses sliding down his nose,
   His nearby glass of wine ignored,
A perfect picture of repose,
   He, on occasion, softly snored;
And as he quietly took his nap,
   His breathing rhythmic as the tide,
His kitten curled up in his lap,
   His dog asleep there by his side,

      His butler, maid and chimney sweep
      All left the room and let him sleep.