Thus, as their rage was very hot,
Cocks, hens, and chickens went to pot.
The one (the slaughter being o’er)
Young, and a perfect epicure,
Propos’d on all the spoil to sup,
And at one meal to eat it up.
The other old, at heart a miser,
Refus’d his scheme, and thought it wiser
To lay aside some of the prey,
And so provide for a bad day.