The subject is treated from the Pigeon’s point of view, in the following imitation of Barham’s style.
(The pigeon is in its trap, awaiting its turn to be shot at by kind-hearted, sensible men.)
Well, here I am, and precious hot I find it,
I wish I were a Fantail not to mind it;
Ten to the foot’s too warm for any sinner,
I’d quite as soon be in a pie for dinner;
In fact, it would be cooler to be bakèd,
For they’ve the decency to cook us naked
And leave our feet outside; but here, I tell ye,
My toes are cramped and trodden to a jelly.