Mark how the rat's felonious fangs invade

The golden stores in John's pavilion laid!

Anon, with velvet foot and Tarquin strides,

Subtle Grimalkin to his quarry glides;

Grimalkin grim, that slew the fierce rodent,

Whose tooth insidious Johann's sackcloth rent!

Lo! Now the deep-mouthed canine foe's assault!

That vexed the avenger of the stolen malt,

Stored in the hallowed precincts of that hall,

That rose complete at Jack's creative call.