Washing there her whiskered jaws.
When these signs together come,
Nigger, you had better be at home.
(Negro.)
The cow looks up, and from afar can find
The change of heaven, and muffs it in the wind.
The swallow skims the river’s watery face;
The frogs renew the croaks of their loquacious race.
The careful ant her secret cell forsakes,
And drags her eggs along the narrow tracks.