And she purr’d when she thought of her kitten at home.
Report said, a puppy got into a scrape,
By making remarks on the walrus’s shape,
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On her great staring eyes, and her ugly thick lips,
Her small head, her short neck, and the breadth of her hips;
But he said, “upon honour he meant no offence,”
And she, by forgiving him, shew’d her good sense.
The fox (cunning rogue!) too, complain’d of opossum,
For smuggling her young to the feast in her bosom;
For, as he was peeping and prying about,