With ready forceps, tooth and nail, the lobster set to work—
While all in vain the Doctor tried to baulk him by a jerk.
‘Midst present pain his anxious thoughts began afar to roam,
On forceps, scalpels, lancets, knives, and stout probangs at home.
But, lacking these, the foe to face, he felt somehow afraid,
And therefore lustily he called the Lawyer to his aid.
He, cunning man, well versed in quirks and quibbles of the law,
Sagaciously searched how to find in Lobster’s claim a flaw.
The claim of tenure to rebut, at once, he vainly sought;
Possession was nine points, he knew, and so the Lobster thought.