She is also delighted that 2 or 3 other Proper Poets have stepped forward.
Hail blithe weede,
Who werte once a seede,
A Robin or Blackbird to feede.
But Thou muckest up the grounde
When you're chucked all arounde
By the Tits that abounde!
(Who thoughtest it wise
Just because of its size
to put the bird table there, anywaye?)