Explore "HORACE ON HIS MUSCLE. (Epode VI.)" by Eugene Field on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
You (blatant coward that you are! ) / Upon the helpless vent your spite; / Suppose you ply your trade on me -- / Come, monkey with this bard and see / How I'll repay your bark with bite!
Ay, snarl just once at me, you brute! / And I shall hound you far and wide, / As fiercely as through drifted snow / The shepherd dog pursues what foe / Skulks on the Spartan mountain side!
The chip is on my shoulder, see? / But touch it and I'll raise your fur; / I'm full of business; so beware, / For, though I'm loaded up for bear, / I'm quite as likely to kill a cur!