"How d'ye do?" said the bird; said the beast, "Very ill,
For a bone has gone down the wrong way;
But if you can extract it by means of your bill,
The service I'll amply repay."
Thought the crane, "I'm no surgeon: yet all must agree,
That my bill will make excellent forceps;
And as for the money, I do not now see
Why I need refuse taking his worship's."
Said the bird, "It's agreed;" said his patient, "Proceed,
And take the bone hence, I beseech;"