Kinder moulty as to feathers, as though blizzards and bad weathers
Of every blamed big sort had tried him greatly.
Good Jee-rusulum! No wonder! for great snakes and buttered thunder!
Our blasts have been fair busters for his pinions.
In the words of Mister Chollop, all creation he can wallop,—
But tornaders have been sweepin' his dominions!
As to that Mark Tapley's twaddle, why the Peacock ain't the model,
Nor the Bantam, nor the Ostrich, I'd be pickin'
For the finest fowl in Natur. Better dub him Alligator,
A Whangdoodle, or a Cincinnati Chicken!