And now they have compelled me to eat humble pie.
And it's oh! oh! what a thing I disclose!
The American Ant-eater out of joint's put my nose.
I'd like my sharpest grinders in that Ant-eater to stick,
And leave his bushy tail for the dicky birds to pick;
I'd just like to shew him that I've got teeth to use,
That can crunch him into nothing whenever I chews.
And it's oh! oh! that I could come to blows
With this beast that's so completely out of joint put my nose.
Or I wish that I could make myself a Fellow, d'ye see,