Sparrow. Presently, presently.
Child. Sparrow, sparrow, Greedy-pate!
There’s a fine one! Drop it straight!
Sparrow. Little boys should learn to wait!
Child. Sparrow, without more ado,
Come, be kind and drop me two.
Sparrow. They’re not ripe enough for you.
Child. Saucy sparrow, cease your fun!
What, you’re off—and give me none!
Sparrow. All are gone, all are gone.
—Thomas Westwood.
THE RABBIT’S MESSAGE
