There was Talent inside o’ that bird, there was, or I never see it in one!
(Philosophic bitterness.) Well, he’s soon forgot—but I’ve often thought as a
fish keeps longer than Fame!
(Sudden comprehension and restored cordiality.) Oh, ye didn’t know him as Bob?... I see—no, that were his private name.
I used to announce him in public on a more long-winded-er scale—
I christened him “Gineral Moultky,” (apologetically) which he ’ad rather gone at the tail;
And a bird more popilar never performed on a peripathetic stage,
He was allers sure of a round of applause as soon as he quitted the cage!
For he thoroughly hentered into the part he was down for to play,
And he never got “fluffy” nor “queered the pitch,”—leastwise, till the hother day.