See the slip-shoulder’d thing, how she pokes as she goes,
With her back in the air, and her Bill at her toes!—
But what Fright have we here?”
“’Tis a Barbet, I’ve heard,”
(Magpie,) “Then I’m glad I’m no Barbet:—a beak with a beard!”—
(Jay.) “That’s the Bee-eater, is it not?”
“So they report.”
(Magpie) “Well!—his back’s long enough, if his legs are too short:
To face [p. 15.]
