Till I gladly observed you had damaged your fin;
Now, says I to my pals, you may alter your tones,
For I see clear as muds that the games is my owns.
And yet I received of hard hitting a gluts,
You pepper’d my pimples, and damag’d my nuts;
I never suppos’d you could come it so rough,
And well pleased was I when you sing’d out “enough!”
I’m sure you’ll allow, after triumphs achiev’d,
I wasn’t so stale as some folks has conceived;