Fled in fire and in water, in smoke and in hail,
Some green, and some red, some black and some pale,
Fled in accents of horror, of spirit, of wit,
Tralira, tralara, or fal-de-ral tit.
While as fast as away Matty’s progeny flew,
Mother Goose summon’d up her original crew,
Who with loud peals of laughter and sallies of fun,
Quizz’d, pinch’d, and tormented her reprobate son.
A Knight led them on, who was first to assail,
Who was arm’d cap-a-pie in a dear coat of mail.