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Show TO AN ENGLISH SPARROW THAT DISTURBS MY MORNING SLUMBERS. Bold buccaneer from over the sea, A wicked freebooter that' sly; With property notions as free As a cyclone's, let down from the sky! Like a Nihilist, out for a lark With pockets of dynamite flll'd, And conduct prodigiously dark, So happy if somebody's killed! In the sunshine that kisses the bud, Or hid In the velvety leaves, Thy hysterical cries freeze the blood Of the featherless under the Oaves! Thou rowdy of courage and skill, With mouth like a buzz.saw to bite; Thou lover or ruffian at will. And a nasty old band in a fight! Thou chatterbox, brazen and bold. Hatched blustering, noisy and mad, With a voice like the brawl of a scold, And a meddlesome tongue that is bad! j Thou pirate from Albion's clm? With a lexicon crammed full of words ; Blasphemer, and jfenius of crime, A braggart and bluffer of birds! Thou 'rt home on the lawn of the king, Or a fenceless or tennantless lot, Thou moveth to mirth when you sing, And are sociable when we are not! O, thy cheek would stagger belief, And thy game not easily beat. A scavenger worse than a thief, And a soul swelled with strut and conceltl The pomp and the brass in thy skin Are a foolish and profitless guide, Nor knoweth those vices are sin, That a toad has more reason for pride! O, yof, 'twas an uncommon Right, And worthy the boasts of a sparrow, spar-row, Thy march to the realms Of night, With cock robin, a spade, and a barrow! From Dr. Condon's Book of Poems. a |