Into this he has cramm'd such uncommon monstrosities,
Such animals rare, such unique curiosities,
That we wager a CROWN--not to speak it uncivil--
This HOUSE of BULL'S beats Noah's Ark to the devil.
Lest you think that we bounce--the great fault, we confess, of men--
We proceed to detail some few things, as a specimen
Of what are to be found in this novel museum;
As it opens next month, you may all go and see 'em.
Five _Woods_, of five shades, grain, and polish, and gilding,
Are used this diversified chamber in building.
Not a nail, bolt, or screw, you'll discover to lurk in it,
Though six _Smiths_ you will find every evening at work in it.
A _Forman_ and _Master_ you'll see there appended too,
Whose words or instructions are never attended to.
A _Leader_, whom nobody follows; a pair o' _Knights_,
With courage at ninety degrees of old Fahrenheit's;
Full a hundred "Jim Crows," wheeling round about--round about,
Yet only one _Turner_'s this House to be found about.
Of hogs-heads, Lord knows, there are plenty to spare of them,
But only one _Cooper_ is kept to take care of them.
A _Ryder's_ maintain'd, but he's no horse to get upon;
There's a _Packe_ too, and only one _Pusey_ to set upon.
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