A King they had, of such a size
Who's Entry too, made such a Noise,
    That Ev'ry Neut and Frog
Affrighted, run to hide their heads;
Some in the Pool, some 'mongst the Reeds,
    Like Fools, 'Twas but a Log.

At last, one bolder than the rest,
Approach'd, and the new Prince Address't,
    No hurt from xx sustain'd,
He mock'd his former Fears, and swore
'Twas the best stick of Wood that o'er
    The Marshes ever Reign'd.

Then all the Croaking Crew drew near,
And in his shade from th' angry Air,
    Were shelter'd safe, and eas'd,
Nay, more than that, they'd frisk and play
Upon his back a live long day,
    He Undisturb'd and pleas'd.

The Pertest Frog of all the Pack,
A Toad, some say, his hue was Black;
    'Tis true; but that's no matter,
Upon the passive Monarch's head,
At times would Noxious Venom shed,
    And both his sides bespatter.

'Twas That same Frog, the Legends tell,
Burst when he only meant to swell,
    Soon after these Events.
Be that as 'twill, 'twas He that drew
That giddy Senseless Crowd to new
    Sedition and Complaints.

Give us a bustling King, Dread Sir!
They cry'd, a King that makes a stir;
    This is not to be mov'd.
Jove heard and gave 'm one, who's care
Was, that they should Obey and Fear,
    No matter how they Lov'd.

It was a Stork, who's Law-less Rage
Spar'd neither Sex, Degree nor Age,
    That came within his reach.
And that was great, for whilst his Claws
Ransack't the Deep, his Vulturs Jaws
    Could wander o'er the Beach.