Judge, how he mov'd his legs so stout,
So big he look'd you would have swore
A giant stood where stood a dwarf before.
Reader, behold this wonderful epistle,
And if thou canst not laugh, go whistle.—
"King George's compliments to Mr. Mayor,
Queen Charlotte also greets his lady fair.
Their gracious majesties have heard with pleasure
How you have sacrificed both time and treasure
On flannel jackets, breeches, stockings, socks,