So they fill’d all their crops with the dainties before ’em,

And the tables were clear’d with the utmost decorum.

When they gaily had caroll’d till peep of the dawn,

The Lark gently hinted, ’twas time to be gone;

And his clarion, so shrill, gave the company warning,

That Chanticleer scented the gales of the morning.

So they chirp’d, in full chorus, a friendly adieu;

And, with hearts beating light as the plumage that grew

On their merry-thought bosoms, away they all flew.

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