Who, in spite of his person and outlandish lingo,
His spindles close up to his body is buckling,
To fit on in their stead the squab legs of a Duckling!
He came from the banks of the fam’d Oroonoko,
But in mix’d conversation, was dull as the Cuckoo,
For, say just what you would, he still answer’d “tocoko!”
But the Barnacle best play’d his part at our Masque;
“The Barnacle!—how?”—Yes, I thought you would ask:
Why, he look’d like himself, to be sure, but, to boot,
Might be taken for Gander, Drake, Puffin, or Coot;—