Classic Poem

APPLIED TO THE SAME PERSON


" Dear Thomas! didst thou never pop
Thy head into a tinman's shop?
There, Thomas! didst thou never see —
'Tis but by way of Simile —
A squirrel spend its little rage
In jumping round a rolling cage?
Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes,
The foolish creature thinks it climbs;
But here or there, turn wood or wire,
It never gets two inches higher."
So fares it with this little peer
So busy and so bustling here;
For ever flirting up and down,
And frisking round his cage, the Town.