Verse 1
Come, prick up your ears,
Jimmy R____ appears,
In all haste to produce
His budget of news,
To sing or to say
What he learnt at the play,
And retail the bons mots
Of theatrical beaux.

Verse 2
With what glee he declares
The pranks of the players!
With what pleasure repeats
The Actresses feats!
Or if chancing to stray,
They slip out of the way,
He transmits their renown
To be hawk’d thro’ the town.

Verse 3
Whene’er he thinks fit
With his delicate wit
His friends to or’epower,
His words we devour,
While by elegant chat,
And Similies pat
He delights us—or stuns
With a torrent of puns.

Verse 4
But the Punster’s vain boast
In the Painter is lost,
In a goodness of heart
Surpassing his art:
His worth we receive,
His foibles forgive,
And true Piety own
In the Dutiful Son.