Were lock’d up strictly, without bit or mummock,
Till every beast that only had one stomach,
Bent to the Camel who was blest with three.
To do them justice, they debated
From four till ten, while dinner waited
When thirst and hunger got the upper,
And each inclined to mercy, and hot supper:
“Not guilty” was the word, and Master Fox
Was freed to murder other hens and cocks.
MORAL.