Making the cool refreshing flood,
As brown as beer, and thick as mud."
"Sir," said the lamb, "that cannot be,
The water flows from you to me;
So, 'tis impossible, I think,
That what I do can spoil your drink."
"I say it does, you saucy puss:
How dare you contradict me thus;
But more than this, you idle clack,
You rail'd at me behind my back