As would appear a monster in a shop;
He'll fill your pit and boxes to the brim,
Where, rain'd in crowds, you see yourselves in him.
Sure there's some spell, our poet never knew,
In Hullibabilah de, and Chu, chu, chu;
But Marababah sahem[2] most did touch you;
That is, Oh how we love the Mamamouchi!
Grimace and habit sent you pleased away:
You damned the poet, and cried up the play.
This thought had made our author more uneasy,