"Here's a tiger as tame as a lap-dog, you'll find,
And a fox that will not steal the geese:
So here you must own the old adage is proved,
That wonders are never to cease."
"Here's wagon well laden, and here is a dray,
With horses and harness complete;
You can drive them in parlour and drawing-room, too,
As easily as in the street.
"Here's a whole file of soldiers, quite ready for fight,
And each of them armed with a gun;
You may knock them all down with a feather, and then
You may pocket them—every one.
"Here's a fine stud of horses, which, strange though it sounds,
Live neither on corn nor on hay;
A gentleman's carriage, and tilbury, too,
For which we've no taxes to pay.
"A coachman so plump, and a footman so tall,
Who cost not a penny for food;
For to tell you the truth, all their insides are filled
With a permanent dinner of wood.