And that Jupiter’s nod bids a solemn good night!—
Adieu, then, dear Dodo!—most marvellous lubber!—
Choice compound of clumsiness, blunders, and blubber!—
But I turn from this bird of all birds without regret,
For here comes a contrast, in form of an Egret:
That leg was a truncheon—while this is a stick:
This bill is a bayonet—that was a brick.
But bless us! who’s here?”
“’Tis the long tailed Finch.”
(Chatterer.) “Long, indeed!—thus a bird takes an ell for an inch.—