This pen a dagger in his gizzard!
For he (’tis told in public papers)
Can make dead people cut droll capers;
And shuffling off death’s iron trammels,
To kick and hop like dancing camels.
To raise a dead dog he was able,[56]
Though laid in quarters on a table,
And led him yelping, round the town,
With two legs up, and two legs down;[57]
And, in the presence of a posse