Draw the fogles plummy[254],
Speak to the tattler[255], bag the swag[256],
And finely hunt the dummy[257].
My name they say is Young Birdlime,
My fingers are fish-hooks sirs;
And I my reading learnt-betime,
From studying pocket-books[258], sirs.
I have a sweet eye for a plant[259],
And graceful as I amble,
Finedraw a coat-tail sure I can’t,