“I fear not man’s unwieldy size,
To his very bedside I merrily go;
At his lubberly length the ogre lies,
And sleep never leaves his heavy-sealed eyes
Though I pinch his heel and nibble his toe.
But enemies twain do work my bane,
And both from my inmost soul I hate,
The cat and the kite, who bear me spite;
And, third, the mouse-trap’s fatal bait;
And the ferret foul I abhor from my soul,