That the mastiff has bitten the calf of his legs,
And ’tis a right wonder to raise a laugh!—
For who ever heard of a bard with a calf?
But lo! he kicks her again, and her cry,
Split the kennel and rent the sky,
And there she was, squatted upright on her tail,
And oh! she look’d—she look’d like a whale.
And spouted forthwith this dolorous strain,
Which deserves an encore, again and again.