But as he was dressing in very great haste,
Much time spent in washing he thought would be waste;
So a lick and a promise was just to his taste.
For he meant to have rose
Ere the first of the crows
From under her snug wing had popped out her nose.
But to finish a dream he had slumb'ring kept,
And thus, long past the hour he intended, had slept.
So now from his chamber with speed forth he crept,
And bent his course the forest through,