It intimated this, that he had taught her cockatoo to curse!
It intimated this, that she thro' that, had met her death, alas;
And in a codicil expressed a wish they'd send the bird to grass.
No mortal eye but his, beheld the deed he then essayed to do—
'Twas murder! for he wrung the neck of his dead aunt, her cockatoo,
No mortal eye beheld the deed; but things again with him went queer,
Till one day looking down the street, he saw a stranger prowling near.
The man who told him thus to swear, 'twas on a dark November eve,
He knew that stranger held a secret stone for him inside his sleeve;
He knew that he had run a score of heavy debt, was due for sin,