"Avengement," they cry, "on our Foelet!
Let the Manikin weep for our wrongs!
Let us drench him, front toplet to toelet,
⁠With Nursery-Songs!

"He shall muse upon ’Hey! Diddle! Diddle!
On the Cow that surmounted the Moon:
He shall rave of the Cat and the Fiddle,
And the Dish that eloped with the Spoon:
And his soul shall be sad for the Spider,
When Miss Muffet was sipping her whey,
That so tenderly sat down beside her,
⁠And scared her away!