What more can you 'nd I do than t' always do our best?
Are we any more deservin' than th' "little British pest?"
So, when you talk of "feathered kings" you'd better save a crown
Fer the honest little sparrer, with his modest coat o' brown.
THE PEACOCK.
With pendant train and rustling wings,
Aloft the gorgeous peacock springs;
And he, the bird of hundred dyes,