I've heard the County Council, for the City weal is rife,
I'd hold it as a favor, if thou'ds't intimate that life
Is perilled on that lobby, and suggest in thy report,
That lifts would be more suitable, than stairs in Hampton Court.
Then with a comprehensive wail of anguish at his fate,
He gradually vanished thro' the grating of a gate,
And left me sorely puzzled, in a sad reflective state,
Then up a creeping tree, and spout, with stern resolve of hate
Compressed within my breast for Bouncer's evil ghost I clomb,