You’ve been moved two tiers, eh? Underfoot you feel a table And you are, for them You had been a diminutive seat, but Have been hereby promoted to ottoman. A fire hazard you may present at present But a greater gift to weary walkers than an Ottoman, there is yet to be. Count your cushions, and your lucky stars Will find you warmed by heated sitters ‘Til around comes a professor A second scolding to deliver And an ottoman to demote To lowly seat.