ies such as he had;
For whilst searching for food in his underground travel,
Midst fossils, roots, shells, hid in chalk, sand, or gravel,
He the monstrous remains of great mammoths had seen,
Who no longer existed, but who once had been;
"The theories about them are various," said he,
"As to how they came there, and what they may be;
But not one of these I incline to receive,
For that they were elephants, who can believe?
There was one Mr. Cuvier, who talk'd of the sloth,
But to listen to nonsense like this I am loth;
From the strength of their limbs, and the make of their paws,
From the shape of their bodies, and length of their claws,
I am firmly convinced they're related to me,
And to this all philosophers ought to agree;
For how could such creatures have got into holes,
Unless, ('tis my theory,) they had been moles?"
He ceased, then just turn'd his diminutive eyes,
First round to the company, then to the skies,
And receiving applause from all who sate round,
He threw up his hill, and escaped underground.
Signor Greyhound, a foreigner, talk'd of the swamps,
Of the ague and fever, both caused by the damps;
Then quickly proceeded the climate to quiz,
And exclaim'd, "In Italia we've nothing of this!"

Mr. Hog said that he had sent over his daughter
To England, to have all the sciences taught her;
And learned she was, all the world must allow,
For the Savants pronounced her a wonderful sow.
She was heard to grunt forth an unwilling apology,
For daring to boast of her skill in Nosology,
And presuming to hint what a dab she'd been found,
At extracting the root, whether square root, or round.

Some beavers complain'd of that biped call'd man,
Who does to their race all the harm that he can,
Some of whom, not long since, came to kidnap and pillage
The whole of their neighbouring water-bound village,
And they guess'd the snake-Indians caught many a score,
To stew down the tails for their great Sagamore.

The hedgehog, who always lies snug in his nest,
Till his fourfooted neighbours betake them to rest,
Now changed his old custom for once in a way,
Unroll'd his warm nose, and came forth in the day.
He sought for the cow, and implored the good dame
Would find out some means to restore his fair fame,
For there still was prevailing a cruel belief
That oft in the night he came forth as a thief;
So he lived in continual d