Or a hot piece of pork from a pig too well-fed;
For, suddenly shook by a terrible fright,
Like a gander when seized by a fox late at night,
He discovered his wits had deserted him quite.
For the Abbot he spied,
Who with slow solemn stride
Was approaching, and soon would be close at his side.
How he trembled all o'er, and would gladly have died,
As he thought of escape, but could see no way how;
While the cold perspiration spread over his brow.