An hour he’s most attentive,
But still she asks for more:
Jack has a faint opinion
She ne’er was fed before.

At length she clears the table,
And casts fond looks at Jack,

As if she’d like to eat him :
He’s taken quite aback.

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And get some bread and jam !’

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| ‘Let’s go into the pantry,
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Tis fully his intention
| The little maid to cram.

| Thinks Jack, ‘I'll feed her fancies,
| Whate’er those fancies be ;

| As long as she don’t fancy

| To make a meal off me.’

 

His natural politeness,
His honour for her sex,
And thoughts of present duty,
His feelings sore perplex.

She’s playful as a young cub
Just growing into power ;

Who may, alas! prove dang’rous,
In an unlucky hour.

| Slice after slice he cuts her,

| Of bread inch thick with jam ;
| She smiles and cries delighted,

|  § How happy now Iam!’

With hands and mouth besmeared o’er,
The picture of true bliss,

She seizes and gives Reynard
A long and sweet, sweet kiss.