“What think you of my art?” quoth he—
“Bad—bad!”—the knowing ape replied.
“Indeed!” the disappointed brute
Sullen rejoined;—“’tis envy’s strain!
Is not mine air the height of grace,
And every step with judgment ta’en?”
A pig approached;—with rapture gazed—
“Wondrous!” he cried;—“what steps! what mien!
A dancer of such magic skill
Ne’er has been, nor e’er will be seen!”