Our Piggy next an Oxford fop
With Cravat large and Brutus Top
And when young Stag his coat has slipt on
He’ll strut away like any Skipton.
For Hunting now he takes his Cue
But other Game soon comes in View
Miss Crane he spies! he feels the fire
And falls in Love as into mire.
At Concert met with lengthen’d throat
Miss Crane screams out the dulcet note
The wondering Piggy takes his Bow
And draws in Love “Con Strepito.”