It moulted mid damp mossy ways
beside the river Tees,
sly serpent very few would praise,
where fewer still should tease.
A viper with vile venom sting
well hidden from blind eye,
fair seems each fang when neither one
could threaten foot or thigh.
It coiled unknown, for few signs show
when snakes’ eyes fix on thee,
but it’s transfixed my sole, and, oh,
the difference to me!
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