Some beavers complain’d of that biped call’d man,
Who does to their race all the harm that he can,
Some of whom, not long since, came to kidnap and pillage
The whole of their neighbouring water-bound village,
And they guess’d the snake-Indians caught many a score,
To stew down the tails for their great Sagamore.
The hedgehog, who always lies snug in his nest,
Till his fourfooted neighbours betake them to rest,
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Now changed his old custom for once in a way,
Unroll’d his warm nose, and came forth in the day.