And heckled by the hateful Hogge.
My appetite is gone; I “pingle”
(As Norfolk puts it) with my prog;
My meals are marred by thoughts of Pringle,
My sleep is massacred by Hogge.
O patriots, with your nerves a-tingle,
With all your righteous souls agog,
Will none of you demolish Pringle
And utterly extinguish Hogge?