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Great Britain disapproves "the stars;" Disparagement discreet,    There 's something in their attitude That taunts her bayonet. GREAT BRITAIN DISAPPROVES THE STARS DISPARAGEMENT DISCREET THERE'S SOMETHING IN THEIR ATTITUDE THAT TAUNTS HER BAYONET
dine on tip-toe. Crumbs fit such little mouths, Cherries suit robins; The eagle's golden breakfast Strangles them. God keeps his oath to sparrows, Who of little love Know how to starve! XXVII. ENOUGH. God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starve, -- My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the feat That made the pellet mine, -- Too happy in my sparrow chance For ampler coveting. It might be famine all around, I could not miss an ear, Such plenty smiles upon my board, My garner shows so fair. I wonder how the rich may feel, -- An Indiaman -- an Earl? I deem that I with but a crumb Am sovereign of them all. XXVIII. Experiment to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel? The figure of a nut Presents upon a tree, Equally plausibly; But meat within is requisite, To squirrels and to me. XXIX. MY COUNTRY'S WARDROBE. My country need not change her gown, Her triple suit as sweet As when 't was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced "a fit. READ TOO HIGH FOR US UNLESS WE DINE ON TIPTOE CRUMBS FIT SUCH LITTLE MOUTHS CHERRIES SUIT ROBINS THE EAGLE'S GOLDEN BREAKFAST STRANGLES THEM GOD KEEPS HIS OATH TO SPARROWS WHO OF LITTLE LOVE KNOW HOW TO STARVE TWENTY SEVEN ENOUGH GOD GAVE A LOAF TO EVERY BIRD BUT JUST A CRUMB TO ME I DARE NOT EAT IT THOUGH I STARVE MY POIGNANT LUXURY TO OWN IT TOUCH IT PROVE THE FEAT THAT MADE THE PELLET MINE TOO HAPPY IN MY SPARROW CHANCE FOR AMPLER COVETING IT MIGHT BE FAMINE ALL ROUND I COULD NOT MISS AN EAR SUCH PLENTY SMILES UPON MY BOARD MY GARNER SHOWS SO FAIR I WONDER HOW THE RICH MAY FEEL AN INDIAMAN AN EARL I DEEM THAT I WITH BUT A CRUMB AM SOVEREIGN OF THEM ALL TWENTY EIGHT EXPERIMENT TO ME IS EVERY ONE I MEET IF IT CONTAIN A KERNEL THE FIGURE OF A NUT PRESENTS UPON A TREE EQUALLY PLAUSIBLY BUT MEET WITHIN ITS REQUISITE TO SQUIRRELS AND TO ME TWENTY NINE MY COUNTRY'S WARDROBE MY COUNTRY NEED NOT CHANGE HER GOWN HER TRIPLE SUIT AS SWEET AS WHEN TWAS CUT AT LEXINGTON AND FIRST PRONOUNCED A FIT
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