Chirping, cheeping, shrieking, peeping,
Cacklin’, kickin’, peckin’, pickin’
Like a silly stricken chicken!”
And when the entire World seen them antick they stopped their ears & say:
“Perhapsly Hon. Obi Obi do call this Doomestick Harmony; but it sound to us like the musick of hand-saws playing on rusty hinges.”
So they retire away. And next morning when Obi Obi go-see Hon. Cage, what he find there? 6 feathers & 2 claws which was still disputing with eech other. All the rest of them Sparrow Family had disagreed till they were entirely minus. Except them infant eggs which was broke.
So Obi Obi write following epitaph & sell it to a second-hand book-store:
“Hilly-harrows, silly Sparrows!
When a Poet tried to fix it
You continued for to mix it