II.
The great Pomposo rose
To utter his Harangues,
Writhing with oratorial pangs,
Puffing as when a Bellows blows,
Or when a bagpipe twangs.
His speech from Bregah he begun
To flatter Prancer—Bregah’s son,
(Though one would think it all was Fun)
He shew’d what a fine nimble Lad