The bear, through all the shouting,
into the kitchen ramp’d:
Hey, how the frighted scullions
from round the fire decamp’d!
The kettles toppled over,
the burning sticks were drown’d:
Hey, what a store of victuals
lay in the ashes round!
The bear, through all the shouting,
into the kitchen ramp’d:
Hey, how the frighted scullions
from round the fire decamp’d!
The kettles toppled over,
the burning sticks were drown’d:
Hey, what a store of victuals
lay in the ashes round!