In those vile pantaloons, which he fancied look’d knowing:
And a want of decorum caused many demurs
Against the Game Chicken, for coming in spurs.
Old Alderman Cormorant, for supper impatient,
At the Eating-room door for an hour had been station’d,
[p18] Till a Magpie, at length, the banquet announcing,
Gave the signal, long-wish’d for, of clamoring and pouncing:
At the well-furnish’d board all were eager to perch,
But the little Miss Creepers were left in the lurch.