Classic Poem

“One night,” a doctor said, “last fall,
I and my comrades, four in all,
When visiting a grave-yard stood
Within the shadow of a wall.

“While waiting for the moon to sink
We saw a wild hyena slink
About a new-made grave, and then
Begin to excavate its brink!

“Shocked by the horrid act, we made
A sally from our ambuscade,
And, falling on the unholy beast,
Dispatched him with a pick and spade.”