The Fire Fiend as usual went at full pelt,
But Shaw at his heels followed faster,
Of leather well tanned were Shaw’s boots and his belt,
And his helmet was brazen for fear it should melt,
And the Fire Demon knew him as master.
The Fire Fiend possessed a most hideous phiz,
Polyphemus’s was not more horrid,
Unkempt and unwashed was that visage of his,
For water that touched it went off with a whiz!
It was so tremendously torrid.