The bard a botanist[6]—a beak[7]—
The bard a skilled musician[8] too—
A sheriff[9] and a surgeon[10] eke!
Yet critics say (a friendly stock)
That, though with all my skill I try,
Yet even I can barely mock
The glimmer of his wondrous eye!
One morning as a work I framed,
There passed a person, walking hard;
"My gracious goodness," I exclaimed,