The Ox, the Ass, the Horse—these all
Divided with the Rat their stall,
And from their mangers grain they gave—
Such price they paid the thievish knave!
What loss was ours, we scarce can know—
The charter we could never show!
I might have had a dais spread
With crimson velvet, and been fed
On golden finches every day;
But, as for him (indicating Bounce), he’s naught to say