Classic Poem

When Leitus came up to our rich high-born knight,
And said — " Now get out; to that seat you've no right" —
Euclides in scarlet did loudly declare
That his farms brought him in sixteen hundred a year
At Patrae, and from his Corinthian land
A still larger revenue he could command.
But as he was drawing a long pedigree
From Leda, there fell from his pocket — a key.
It was really most awkward to be so betrayed,
For every one knew now our boasting friend's trade.