A good hard rub would even nectar match.
The richest feast he felt he could forego
For the relief of one good sweeping blow.
"O that some large, emancipated bear,
Would for his lunch my corpse in pieces tear!
Than this dread tickling, I'm persuaded quite,
I'd much enjoy his hug and hearty bite."
"Hookey!" exclaimed the worm: "a bite no more
You'll get from us,—'tis useless to implore.
You're 'off the hooks,' as vulgar writers scribble,