He yaps out his grief so discreetly,
And dear Armadillo knows how to sing "Willow,"
Like poor Desdemona, most sweetly.
My dear Felis Leo, I do feel that we owe
A debt to the urban proprieties.
Don't shame yourself, Ursa, but quite vice versa,
You know how impressive caste's quiet is!
But, JAMRACH! O JAMRACH! Woe's stretched on no sham rack
Of metre that mourns you sincerely;
E'en that hard nut o' natur, the great Alligator,