Such humble plants you never saw,
Waiting for their moiety
Awarded to them by the Hor-
-Ticultural Society.
Cocks-combs leave their native seat,
Cocks-combs dwarf and cocks-combs tall,
Other cocks-combs here to meet,
And whisper, “Snobs, we’ve done you all.”
Oh! what are those great baskets for—
Those looks of such anxiety?