The Thresher Duck[1] Could O'Er The Queen Prevail, The Proverb Says, "No Fence Against A Flail." From Threshing Corn He Turns To Thresh His Brains; For Which Her Majesty Allows Him Grains: Though 'Tis Confest, That Those, Who Ever Saw His Poems, Think Them All Not Worth A Straw! Thrice Happy Duck, Employ'D In Threshing Stubble, Thy Toil Is Lessen'D, And Thy Profits Double.