Then I saw a pear-tree, a fowl, a bird,
[With surprise]
And the worst sort of noise an Illinoiser ever heard!
Banks—of—poets—round—that—tree—
All of the Poetry Society but me!
[Chatteringly like parrots]
All a-cackle, addressed it as a grackle
Showed me its hackle (that proved it was a fly)
[Cooingly, yet with impatience]