Franklin P. Adams

(Coldly ignoring the roistering of his friends, addresses the Grackle with bitterness:)

TO A GRACKLE

(Horace, Ode XVIXXV, p. 23)

Bird, if you think I do not care

To gaze upon your feathered form

Rather than converse with some fair

Or make my brow with tennis warm;

If you should think I'd liefer far

Hear your sweet song than fast be driving