But we wish all poets to try their pens
On a work of fun and fancy;
They'll hang on a hook, ere they finish their book,
In a fit of neck-romancy.
Now a dismal band, let us seek the Strand,
From Waterloo to jump,
And we'll leap from the piers, 'mid the barges' tiers,
To show that our club's a trump.
23. First balloon ass-sent, 1782.