How she turns up her saucy long nose at the people!
Then that filthified fish-eating gawky, the Auk,
That stands up like an Orator going to talk—
Yet it matters not much how she stands on her legs,—
But if I were a man, and lov’d spoon-meat—i’fegs;
I’d look twice ere I ventur’d to bob for her eggs;
For, my dear, where d’ye think she deposits her stock?
Why, each stuck by itself on its needle of rock!”
(Daw.) “Do look at the Crane Balearic—what paces!—
Did Vestris or Parisot teach her the graces?