Tip (proceeds with withering disregard):
When all we creatures were assigned
Our places with your human kind,
(’Twas long ago) while some became
Your slaves—as spiritless as tame,
We two, as friends, beneath your roof
Were lodged, because we each gave proof proof—
Bounce (licking Old Servant’s hand):
Yes, yes—I of my faithfulness—
Man calls on me in all distress!