At that age—for a JAMRACH—was premature;
There are lots of young cubs who feel quite in a fix
At the thought that he will not see them mature.
They howl with wide gorges to think that St. George's
Will see him no more—ah! no, never!
He will not preside at their shin-of-beef orgies,
Or nurse them through phthisis or fever.
The travelling menagerie must wait an age 'ere he—
JAMRACH—will find any fellow.
BARNUM, 'tis well you are gone we can tell you!