Doff his crest, and look sharp, in the bill of a Snipe,
Though to mimick the whistle’s too much for his pipe.
Next, the Ptarmigan plenty of ridicule draws;
For, though booted with feathers quite down to his claws,
[10] ]Yet, neglecting to shave them,—neglecting to gather,
In support of his part, one appropriate feather,
The lubberly Simpleton hopes he may pass
For the delicate Lapwing!—see “Lap-dog and Ass!”
Then the Water-hen—born (though you smile at the thing)
With two spiders for claws, and a spur at each wing,