‘She’d never seen so fine a thing before.’
Johnny then told them of his feats of Arms,
Of Joe’s escape, and Madame Gazon’s charms.
‘Come, John,’ says Dad, ‘from truth you cannot screen us;
‘You were her Mars, my Boy, and she your Venus.’
John now at every House was in request,
And every where receiv’d a welcome Guest.
He thought he ne’er should finish with his Glory,
So often pester’d to repeat the story.