(Magpie.) “He’s by nature a ninny—by title a Bustard—
As fond of good worms, as a Cit of good custard;
And, to shew that he carries more body than brains,—
When the glutton has din’d himself fat on the plains,
Too sick to be soaring, he’s kill’d for his pains.”
(Parrot.) “Make room for Miss Demoiselle!”
(Jay.) “Demoiselle!—pooh! pooh!—
’Tis no less than that very fine Lady the Hoopoo:
One row of crest-feathers might serve me or you;
But she’s never contented with fewer than two.—