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 invade
The golden stores in John’s pavilion laid.

Anon, with velvet foot and Tarquin...

Poet: Anonymous

He killed the noble Mudjokivis.
Of the skin he made him mittens,
Made them with the fur side inside,
Made them with the skin side outside.
He, to get the warm side inside,
Put the inside skin side outside;
He, to get the cold side outside,
...

Poet: Anonymous