Where gold with each hue of the Rainbow was blended:
In silver and black, like a fair pensive Maid,
Who mourns for her love, was the other array’d.
The [Chough] came from Cornwall, and brought up his Wife;
The Grouse travell’d south, from his Lairdship in Fife;
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The Bunting forsook her soft nest in the reeds,
And the [Widow-bird] came, though she still wore her weeds.
Sir John Heron, of the Lakes, strutted in a grand pas,
But no card had been sent to the pilfering Daw,
As the Peacock kept up his progenitor’s quarrel,