From James Joyce's Ulysses
The cock crew
The sky was blue:
The bells in heaven
Were striking eleven.
Tis time for this poor soul
To go to heaven.
-- What is that?
-- What, sir?
-- Again, sir. We didn't hear.
Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence Cochrane said:
-- What is it, sir? We give it up.
Stephen, his throat itching, answered:
--- The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.
This year, it’s a skulk of foxes.
Not under a hollybush - under my front porch, right next to my door.