To know the Bantling’s Fortune in his Books.
Wiser he’d been, had he look’d backward rather,
And seen for certain, who had been its Father.
In the Vaults at Tunbridge.
Dung, when scatter’d o’er the Plain,
Causes noble Crops of Grain:
Dung in Gardens too we want,
To cherish ev’ry springing Plant.
Corn and Plants since Dung affords,
We eat as well as sh—— our T——ds.