For kid and lamb young Raaza gade:
There was no bedding to be found,
They’re oblig’d to lie upon the ground:
His pillow was a wisp of Ling:
Poor state for a pretended king!
This was in July the first day,
And here incog. some time they lay.
Now Ferguson got the sure tract
From the two men, as they went back,
Who did him and Miss Flora bring