The Frogs in their fancy for Kings—’tis in Æsop.
Nay—what’s more amazing—this fop of the tribe is
In Egypt ador’d by the nick-name of Ibis.—
But I’m all in a flutter!—a Soldier, my dear!”
(Magpie.) “A Soldier!—who is it?”
“The bold Grenadier—
So eager, they tell me, so fierce to engage,
That, when put on his mettle, he’ll fight through his cage.
I could like, of all things, if you won’t think it cruel,
’Twixt him and the Butcher to cook up a duel.”—