’Twas eyed with equal greediness by each;
Then came the question whose was it to be.
One, stooping down to pounce upon the prize,
Was thrust away before his hand could snatch it.
“Not quite so quickly,” his companion cried;
“If you’ve a claim here, I’ve a claim to match it;
The first that saw it has the better right
To its possession; come, you can’t deny it.”
“Well,” said his friend, “my orbs are pretty bright,
And I, upon my life, was first to spy it.”