Such plagues spring not unbidden from the
ground,
And, if the thing were sifted, 't would be
found
Somebody 's sown a pocket full of rye,
Or been regaling on a blackbird pie!
Such plagues spring not unbidden from the
ground,
And, if the thing were sifted, 't would be
found
Somebody 's sown a pocket full of rye,
Or been regaling on a blackbird pie!