Two birds once sat upon a tree:
"What's that?"
One to the other said—"Just see!"
The other looked—"'Tis a—dear me!—
Old hat."
"And something else," the first one cried,
"Now look!"
The other, laughing, almost died,
As down among the fruit he spied
what shook
And waved with menance bold and free
It's arms,
And crooked a limp and shaky knee
In winds, but hung as straight could be
In calms.
