Every member of reptile society knew
That of insects and grubs he destroy’d not a few:
His wife had just miss’d a huge pioneer spider,
Who fled to his home, and then rudely defied her,
And e’en bang’d his door in her face to deride her.
The marmot was “tchatting” away without end,
With a burrowing owl, his old neighbour and friend,
Who, being a bird in whom marmot confided,
Had hired his cottage, in which he resided.
The landlord just hinted, that when he lived there,