Anon the wide-spread eagle would essay,
Then madly rush round and around the place,
Or in the outside edge his skill display.
One morn I miss’d him from his fav’rite spot
(The night before he fell and seemed in pain);
Another’ morn, but with it he was not,
Alas! alas! he never came again.
His comrades sore lamented him I fear,
For some at least upon his skill did dote,
And having dropped a sympathetic tear,