All muffled in feathers and down, to their throats,
Resolved to expel, without any conditions,
The cuckoo-like fellow who stole their best notes.
With spirit the Song-sparrow opened the session;
“I’m with you,” whistled the Oriole, “I
Would like him subjected to public confession”—
“And fined!” the Vireo said with a sigh.
“Pshaw!” hissed the Wren, with ruffled aggression,
“Pluck him, I say, and then bid him fly!”
Answered the Brown Thrush, high in his palace,