Just take a glance at 'em, my Partlet, I beg;
They've too much top-hamper, they scarcely can scamper.
A shabbier brood, Partlet, never chipped egg.
Pray how do you think that the Fancy will class them,
So scraggy, and leggy, and bandy, and bald?
You'll find it most difficult, Partlet, to pass them;
In fact, 'tis a pity they can't be recalled.
I'm really ashamed of 'em; so, Ma'am, should you be.
The kindliest hen-wife would banish the batch.
What? Say one word for 'em? Now, don't be a booby: