Great and small,
Who were asked to the Hall
To dine there and sup, and wind up with a ball,
And had told all the party a great bouncing lie, he
Cooked up, that the "fête was postponed sine die,
The dear little curly-wigged heir of Le Scroope
Being taken alarmingly ill with the croop!"
When the clock struck Three,
And the Page on his knee
Said, "An't please you, Sir Guy Le Scroope, On a servi!"