In answer to the fowl,
He bounded forth against the prowling sinner.
And, uninvited, came to the Fox Dinner.
NATIVES OF THE SILLY ISLANDS.
Sly Reynard, heedful of the coming doom,
Thought, self-deceived,
He should not be perceived,
Hiding his brush within a neighbouring broom;
But quite unconscious of a Poacher’s snare,