He’s dead!—’tis sad, but true;
Ah, many were the funny tricks
That Tricksy was wont to do:
He’d rush upon a dozing frog
That blinked beside a mossy log,
And wildly glare and bark at it,
And nearly put it in a fit.
Then calmly Tricksy would walk away,
And wag his tail as though to say:
“Cowardice is not a virtue—