The Author's Answer to a Tenant, upon his sending Itim two very fine Geese out of Suffolk.

As I'm an idle scribbling Sinner,
Of Goose I've eat so much at Dinner,
I scarce have Breath — a single Word;
But eating thus is quite absurd;
And yet such dainty, toothsome Food,
I know not how, can't be withstood.
Thanks to the Donor! — Fat enough;
Why they were both a very Puff;
And fed in Stubble — right, I ween,
These Cacklers knew full well to glean;
I should have thought they'd robb'd your Barn,
And done your Wheat some Pounds of Harm;
So sweet, so delicately fine,
Not G EORGE himself can better dine.