“I am not arter nightingales, the pappy poet’s darlings,
I’m qvite content vith blackbirds brisk, and even busy starlings.
The birds vot delve, vot track the plough, vot vatch the rustic thatcher,
Are good enough—in numbers—for the Brummagem Birdcatcher.
“VILLIAM may lure his Irish larks, and redpoles, tits, and finches,
Good British birds vill do for me. I’m vun as never flinches
From spreading of my nets all vide; vot comes I can’t determine,
But I don’t care for carrion-birds, I looks on ’em as wermin!
“And so I ups and spreads my nets. Vot if the birds see plainly?
My vistle is so vondrous sveet, I shall not spread ’em wainly,