He approach’d it to eat, but his nose was not proof
Against the sharp thorns, so he struck with his hoof,
When they pierced his bare foot, and so now he limp’d in
With his fetlock bound up in a garter-snake’s skin:
The vampire-bat, surgeon, now offered to bleed it,
In case as he thought his poor patient would need it;
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And added, at least it could do him no harm
To try his specific, the juice of the palm.
From the South came the puma, American lion,
Of the old house of Leo degenerate scion.