That they call’d forth the wonder of all who came there,
And the Boa Constrictors so slimy and gay,
That they seem’d to have painted themselves for the day.
[p28] The Green-bonnet Monkey, with speckles bespread,
Was proud of the verdigris tuft on his head;
For it look’d, as he leap’d in his frolic and joy,
Like the top of the turban of Rammohun Roy.
Dame Tortoise roam’d over the green and beyond,
For she pass’d on her pilgrimage right to the pond.
As she gazed on the Crocodile softly she sigh’d,