Very riled is poor Robinson Crusoe;
Sore perplexed is poor Robinson Crusoe;
But, drinking and hopping
Like sailors at Wapping,
Hops away from Dame Robinson Crusoe.
Vivat wrecks! we may cry, when we next him espy,
As he paddles his raft—not canoe—so
We next see him land, on that desolate strand
Where the footprint shocked Robinson Crusoe.
Quashibungo meets Robinson Crusoe;