That his end had come; but he boldly cried:
"Come on!
My son;
This stinger and I weigh nearly a ton."
"You'll have to excuse me, sir," said the lad,
"I know the weight of your little barbed spear.
Were your logic less pungent I'd be most glad
To meet you in conflict and vanquish you here.
Good-day!
I'll say;