A Conjurer powerful and strong,
Who would tell who had done the Wrong.
So when to the Door they came,
The Wit, he besh--t the same:
Then knocking — the Doctor appears,
And in Midst of his Passion he swears,
If he knew but the nasty Dog
Who had sh--t at his Gate like a Rogue,
He’d do to him Lord knows what.
Quoth the Wit — why know you not that?