to say,
Pray, sir, do you live on these excellent things,
Because you're a bird, and have feathers and wings?
If a Cat is in want of a dinner that's nice,
She must hunt in the garret or cellar for mice.
The Parrot, observing the Cat in a rage,
Said, pray Mrs. Puss, are you fond of a cage;
Should you like to be kept in a prison like me,
And never permitted your neighbours to see?
Depriv'd of all means of assisting yourself,