At their jangling heart-strings caught.
Longshanks, trembling at the knee,
Quavered, "Hans, he's watching me!"
Shorty whimpered, scared to fits,
"No, it's me he's after, Fritz!"
Sick with fear, their souls revolted;
As one man they turned and bolted.
At them Spry in mild amaze
(Literally) bent his gaze,
Sighed, and then without a word