There was nobody able to set the tooth free,
It clung like a little Old Man of the Sea!
It happened one day there was brought to the town
A captive French priest in a shabby black gown;
He had very black eyes and a rather red nose,
Wore shoes with steel buckles, and very square toes;
He’d a stoop in the shoulder, was yellow of skin,
And a week’s growth of bristles disfigured his chin.
Alas and alack! it was Father Le Cocq:
The Iroquois wolves had both harried the flock