Then Parrots are plentiful everywhere, JOE,
(They keep on repeating your chatter, you know,
As they did in the days when you railed about ransom;
But Parrots are never wise birds, JOE, though handsome);
Then Geese, Jays, and Daws; yet they're birds of a feather,
And they, my dear JOSEPH, are gathered together,
To hiss, squeal and peck at the Party they'd foil,
But who're like to secure—as you phrase it—"the spoil."
Yes, these be the birds most en évidence now;
And by Jingo, my JOE, they are raising a row.