[p36] Bob Bantam push’d forward and strutted before;
Will Woodpecker modestly tapp’d at the door;
Poor Robin, the rustic, a countrified clown,
As he blush’d, look’d too simple by half for the town,
There were scores in brown mantles, black, yellow, or green,
From the villages round, and among them were seen,
Luke Linnet, Sam Swallow, Mat Martin, and then,
Bill Bullfinch, Tom Titmouse, and Rosanna Wren.
But however select the fair party may be,
Where beauty and fashion preside, we shall see