And coos and woos all through the summer day.
H is life is blamelessly immaculate,
And though his wings enable him to stray,
He seldom does. He never comes home late.
By Jove!
The Dove.
The Crow displays a splendid scorn of pelf,
Backed by invulnerable self-restraint.
All specious arts he lays upon the shelf,
And, being free from every primal taint,