Tête-à-tête Doctor Drake sat with old Gammer Goose.
[p35] And Sir Christopher Crow wore a coat on his back,
Of a true Day and Martin-like polish of black.
Mother Magpie and Priscilla Parrot, in spite,
Could talk without ceasing from morning to night;
Spread abroad Entre nous and On dits by the score,
All the news they had heard, and a hundred times more.
A multitude muster’d, escaped from the plains,
Of sight-loving lasses and holiday swains: