Hard to discern, the bird’s snug entrance win.
’Tis lined with feathers, warm as silken stole,
Softer than seats of down for painless ease,
And full of eggs scarce bigger ev’n than pease.
Here’s one most delicate, with spots as small
As dust, and of a faint and pinky red.
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A grasshopper’s green jump might break the shells;
Yet lowing oxen pass them morn and night,
And restless sheep around them hourly stray.