AN OLD STORY TOLD ANEW

Behold the mansion reared by dædal Jack.

See the malt stored in many a plethoric sack,In the proud cirque of Ivan's bivouac.

Mark how the Rat's felonious fangs invadeThe golden stores in John's pavilion laid.

Anon, with velvet foot and Tarquin strides,Subtle Grimalkin to his quarry glides—Grimalkin grim, that slew the fierce rodentWhose tooth insidious Johann's sackcloth rent.

Lo! now the deep-mouthed canine foe's assault,That vexed the avenger of the stolen malt,Stored in the hallowed precincts of that hallThat rose complete at Jack's creative call.

Here stalks the impetuous Cow with crumpled horn,Whereon the exacerbating hound was torn,Who bayed the feline slaughter-beast that slewThe Rat predaceous, whose keen fangs ran throughThe textile fibers that involved the grainThat lay in Hans' inviolate domain.

Here walks forlorn the Damsel, crowned with rue,Lactiferous spoils from vaccine dugs, who drewOf that corniculate beast whose tortuous hornTossed to the clouds, in fierce vindictive scorn,The harrowing hound, whose braggart bark and stirArched the lithe spine and reared the indignant furOf Puss, that with verminicidal clawStruck the weird Rat, in whose insatiate mawLay reeking malt, that erst in Ivan's courts we saw
Robed in senescent garb that seems in soothToo long a prey to Chronos' iron tooth.

Behold the man whose amorous lips incline,Full with young Eros' osculative sign,To the lorn maiden whose lact-albic hands,Drew albu-lactic wealth from lacteal glandsOf that immortal bovine, by whose hornDistort, to realm ethereal was borneThe beast catulean, vexer of that slyUlysses quadrupedal, who made dieThe old mordacious Rat, that dared devourAntecedaneous Ale, in John's domestic bower.

Lo, here, with hirsute honors doffed, succinctOf saponaceous locks, the Priest who linkedIn Hymen's golden bands the torn unthrift,Whose means exiguous stared from many a rift,Even as he kissed the virgin all forlorn,Who milked the cow with implicated horn,
Who in fine wrath the canine torturer skied,That dared to vex the insidious muricide,Who let the auroral effluence through the peltOf the sly Rat that robbed the palace Jack had built.

The loud cantankerous Shanghai comes at last,Whose shouts arouse the shorn ecclesiast,Who sealed the vows of Hymen's sacrament,To him who robed in garments indigent,Exosculates the damsel lachrymose,The emulgator of that horned brute morose,That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, that kiltThe Rat that ate the malt, that lay in the house that Jack built.