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Thrice happy bird! I too have seen
And sick of having seen e'm,
And such a head between 'em.
3. The CRICKET.
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LITTLE inmate, full of mirthi
Chirping on my kitchen hearth ;. .. .
Wheresoe'er be thine abode,
Always harbinger of good, . . \
Pay me for thy warm retreat,
With a song more softand sweet, . . j
In return thou shalt receive
Such a strain as I can give.
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Thus thy praise shall be exprest,
Though in voice and shape they be
Puts a period to thy play,
4. This PARROT.
IN painted plumes superbly drest,
By many a billow tost;
A present to his toast.
Z 3 a. Belinda's
Belinda's maids are soon preferr'd
To teach him now and then a word,r ?.«..
As Poll can master it;
And make him quite a wit.
•" 3Sweet Poll! his doating mistress cries, V Sweet Poll! the mimic bird replies, \ And calls aloud for"Tack,' tShe next. instructs him in the kiss, 'Tis now a little one like Miss, And now a hearty smack,
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At first he aims at what he hears
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And listening close with both his ears,
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Just catches at the sound;
But soon articulates aloud,
Much to th' amusement os the crowd
And stuns the neighbours round.
5A querulous old woman's voice
His humorous talent next employs,
He scolds and gives the lie;
And now he sings, and now is sick,
Here Sally, Susan, come, come quick,
Poor Poll is like to die,
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Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare
To meet with such a'well-match'd pair,
The language and the tone,
And both in unison.
When children first begin to spell
And stammer out a syllable,
We think them tedious creatures;
But difficulties soon abate,
When birds are to be taught to prate,