Fytte VIII. The Ghost.

Forbidden fruit is sweet they say; And so its gathered every day; And should this fruit be sweet before, Forbid it, and 'tis ten times more. Eugene oft coveted the pot Of honey that John Dull had got Placed on the shelf above his head, For safety, when he went to bed;

John slept, John snored; then ope'd his eyes And stared about him with surprise.

"What's this I see come crawling on?" "Sure, 'tis a strange phenomenon."

A winged beast, with tail, and claws On his four feet, which end in paws.

With stealthy pace on on it crawled, John turned upon his face, and bawled.

John's hair as this strange beast drew near His night cap raised for very fear.

On its hind legs itself it reared, As it its squalling master neared,

Nearer still nearer—till he got

The much desired honey pot.

Turns tail and runs; whilst Johnnie sits Bolt up, divested of his wits.

A pearly drop on every hair Hangs pendant, not from heat, but fear.

Eugene his garret sought, and there Ate honey, like his friend the bear, The pot he emptied mighty soon, Using his paws instead of spoon.