Birds of Pray.
We're told a cormorant sits, and doth not tire,
For a whole month, perched upon Newark spire!
Vinny Bourne's jackdaw's beaten, it is clear.
Yet there are cormorants who, year after year,
Perch in the Church. But these omnivorous people
Favour the pulpit mostly, not the steeple.
Thrivers upon fat livings find, no doubt,
Cormorant within is cosier than without.