They censur’d the Bantam for strutting and crowing
In those vile pantaloons, which he fancied look’d knowing:
And a want of decorum caus’d many demurs
Against the Game Chicken, for coming in spurs.
Old Alderman Cormrant, for supper impatient,
At the Eating-room door, for an hour had been station’d,
Till a Magpye, at length, the banquet announcing,
Gave the signal, long wish’d for, of clamouring and pouncing;
At the well-furnish’d board all were eager to perch,
But the little Miss Creepers were left in the lurch.