[p40] No longer their loss of applause to bemoan,
But to come out next spring with a Fair of their own.
While the war-whoop was raised by the Birds and the Trees,
The Beasts were impatient to blow up a breeze.
The Lion began with a royal bewail,
And furiously lash’d both his sides with his tail.
As he stalk’d through his den, his wild eyes glared around,
And his roar seem’d to come from far under the ground.
His anger, disdain, and despair wanted scope,
So he wish’d himself back at the Cape of Good Hope.