Jack nearly laughs to bursting,
And treats them with a stick ;

The monkeys feel so awkward,
And both are rather sick.

Then with a pail of water
He hastens to relieve :
A struggle and a gurgle,

And they have ceased to breathe.

   
   

Jack takes a seat and ponders,

When in walks Golden Pheasant,
And wishes him ‘Good Morning !’
Her tone was kind and pleasant.

‘You have destroyed my tyrant,
And ended all my woes ;

No more my rest is broken
With games at dominoes.

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You're master now of all things ;
The day is breaking fast ;

T’ll show you all your treasures,
When you've had your repast.

She flapped her wings—there enters,
On hind legs, a fat hare ;

Who carries on a waiter
A most delicious fare.

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| Hot rolls and smoking coffee,
| Eggs, jam, and buttered toast,
| A jug of foaming porter,

And chickens boiled and roast.

Young Reynard was delighted,
For he had hungry grown ;

And smiling at the Pheasant,
Said, ‘Are you, too, my own?’