But, finding there was no retreat,
Her little heart with anger beat;
Nor did it aught abate her rage;
To be transmitted to a cage.
The wire apartment, tho’ commodious,
To her appear’d excessive odious;
And though it furnish’d drink and meat,
She car’d not, for she could not eat;
’Twas not supplying her with food;
She lik’d to gather it from the wood: