“At length an Admiralty Goose,—
The brute you’ll know at sight,—
Wheeled on the scene, and vowed that soon
’Twould set all matters right.
“’Tis ever thus that brute doth boast,
And will,—till some commotion
Make plain we’ve but a paper fleet
Wherewith to rule the Ocean.
“It eateth up the Estimates,
By threats ’tis ne’er deterred;