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