Should get a Great Ant-eater to put out my nose.
He has scarcely got a mouth, and no teeth, but in their stead
A yard or two of tongue in his elongated head;
And why the fickle public should delight in such a beast,
Is a mystery that I cannot understand the least.
And it's oh! oh! would any one suppose,
An Ant-eater could ever out of joint put my nose?
I was growing up in Hippohood, the visitors to please,
And cutting my incisors, and increasing by degrees;
And my milk-and-carrot diet I was quickly throwing by—