Complete, I form a rapid view;
Behead—a weapon next appears;
Behead again—transpose—and lo!
I now excite the truant’s fears.
’Tis something strange, and though there be
Three letters left, but one you see.
[25]
What city is there, whose name, if transposed, will give you a name considered very disgraceful in the time of the revolutionary war; transposed again, you have a term applied to one not very proficient.
[26]
A nice place to stroll in when evenings are fair,
My letters will make, if arranged with due care;
But when they’re transposed—Oh! pray, be discreet,
Nor be reckless in daring my presence to meet.
[27]
I am a proper name of two syllables.
My first syllable is a place where wild beasts may often be found.
My first syllable backward is a boy’s nickname.