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The Hind and the Panther.
I know he haunts the Pigeon-House and Farm,And more, in time of War, has done us harm;But all his hate on trivial Points depends,Give up our Forms, and we shall soon be friends.For Pigeons flesh he seems not much to care,Cram'd Chickens are a more delicious fare;On this high Potentate, without delay,I wish you would conferr the Sovereign sway:Petition him t' accept the Government,And let a splendid Embassy be sent.
This pithy Speech prevail'd, and all agreed,Old Enmity's forgot, the Buzzard should succeed.
Their welcom Suit was granted soon as heard,His Lodgings furnish'd, and a Train prepar'd,With B's upon their Breast, appointed for his Guard.He came, and Crown'd with great Solemnity,God save King Buzzard, was the gen'rall cry.
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