“Where? which, Ma’am?”—“There! there! do but look at it—O do!”
(Daw.) “I see it! I see it!—O would I were stronger!
I shall die, I shall burst, if I look any longer:
Who bred it?—who fed it?—What is it, good Owl?—
(Owl.) “Why, a logger-head Turtle half turned to a fowl!
[16] ]Or a wool-sack alive!—or a Porpoise with wings!—
(I’d be seen at noon day but to hear how it sings!—)
Or in short—if I dare such a fancy set up—
’Tis a Chicken-Rhinoceros, ready to pup!
What a beak!—like two barrels, one black and one red,