And then, just fancy now you see a hen
Gobbling a morsel much too big to swallow;
With bill uplifted round and round she runs
Half-choking; while the rest are at her heels
Clucking for shares. Just so 'twas with my soldiers;
The first who touch'd the dish upstarted he
Whirling round in a circle like the hen,
Eating and running; but his jolly comrades,
Each a fish worshipper, soon join'd the dance,
Laughing and shouting, snatching some a bit,