And as for the morality, it does seem rather funny to shut up Bartlemy Fair o' Mondays,
While they keep open their genteel wild-beast-show in the Regency Park o' Sundays,
Our booths are our homes; and we've nowhere to go to when these are taken,
They must recollect that the Learned Pig ain't a lord, like the Learned Bacon.
The learned pig may carry himself off to Newgate market—it is but just over the way,
And the alligator may indulge himself shedding crocodile tears for ever and a day:
The elephant may pack up his trunk; for Smithfield he must abandon:
And the mare with seven feet may cut her stick, for she hasn't a leg to stand on:
The wonderful calf with two heads had better pack up his traps and begone;
For the Lord Mayor hasn't no fellow-feeling only for calves with one.