For although ’twas supposed they were slightly connected,
In quarrels and fights they’d been often detected;
Though ’tis true, all dislikes for this day were forbidden,
Yet mutual antipathies could not be hidden.
Noble horses of Spanish extraction there came,
The chief of whose party was terribly lame;
For it seems that in one of his frolicsome scampers,
Beneath a hot sun in the wide spreading Pampas,
By the rich purple fruit of the Cactus allured,
And feeling a thirst that could not be endured,