!
And had dashed his heel at the sight so odd,
It looked, he thought, like a
heathen god
!
The scuddling Chicks cried, "Peep, peep, peep!
For Boss looks high, but not very deep!
It is not a fowl! 'tis the worst of things,—
low, mean beast, with the use of wings,
So noiseless round on the air to skim,