To the late King of Britain a Savage was brought, <br />Which wild in the Woods of Germania was caught. <br />This Present so princely was train'd up with Care; <br />And knew how to eat, and to jump, and to stare; <br />The Beaux, and the Belles, beheld it with Joy; <br />And at Court the high Mode was to see the Wild Boy. <br /> <br />Reflecting on this, with a politic View, <br />I determin'd to send such a Present to You. <br />In the Wilds of Hibernia this Boy was beset, <br />And caught (as the Natives are there) in a Net: <br />The Creature has Sense, and, in my Eyes, is pretty, <br />With Talents to make a good Man in the City; <br />Industrious, and orderly, prudent, and smart, <br />And not too much Conscience, nor too little Art; <br />Not scrup'lous, but honest, a Heart set on Gain, <br />Whose highest Ambition is fix'd on the Chain. <br /> <br />From You may he copy to wear it with Glory; <br />Like You, in Return--be honour'd in Story.<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-right-honourable-john-barber-esq-lord-mayor-of-london-on-committing-one-of-my-sons-to-his-care/
