An extra flourish then he flung,
Too lustily no doubt,
For, shaken from their hiding-place,
Lo! his long ears stuck out!
His master took the timely hint,
And ere the joke was done,
He curried off the lion-skin,
And laid the cow-skin on.
MORAL.
With empty heads in borrowed locks,
Thus Dandies throng Broadway,
And strut as if they were in truth
The Lions of the day.
And why the cow-skin follows not.
Would you the reason know?
Dame Nature has encased them all
In calf-skin long ago.
J. Rheyn Piksohn.
Savannah, Georgia, 1843.