He waggles his tail like a whip:
There's danger, but he must dissemble;
And though he an imminent downfall may dread,
Must walk o'er the bottles with confident tread.
For Titan to dance on a tub
As steady as—Cecil's majority,
Is easy, but—oh! there's the rub—
The bottle-trick has the priority.
It comes first "by special request,"
And there isn't a chance of evasion.