John felt uneasy, ’twas so scorching hot.
With eager look a survey round he made,
To take advantage of some friendly Shade.
Alas! no friendly Bough would interpose
A shadow large enough to screen his nose,
So, near the spot at which his Dobbins drank,
He crept beneath the shelving of the Bank;
Whilst Teague, regardless of the Sultry ray,
Unpack’d the load, and let the Dobbins stray:
Then spread the Breakfast, which, to John’s relief,