Still to some it sounds like truth. To you and me
There’s still time to kill the slander, put to shame the lying devil;
Spitting venom o’er our land from sea to sea.
A. Whalley.
Highly commended:—
The Common Squeal: a Song for the Sleepless.
What are these that scream and squeal upon the roof of this, my dwelling?
Who are they who flood my ears with nightly squall?
See the tabby join the horrid band that sets the neighbours yelling—
See Grimalkin lord it grimly over all!