The Macaw And The Marmot

A brilliantly-colored Macaw,
A wandering clown, near the spot
Where she hung in a balcony, saw--
A Savoyard, more likely than not.

He was showing--a penny to gain--
An animal ugly and squat;
Which he lauded in high-sounding strain
The creature, it was a Marmot.

The absurd little beast, at his word,
Came out of his box into sight;
When unto him said our gay bird:
"This matter amazes me quite,

That men give their money, to see
Such a comical creature as you,
When they freely may look upon me,
Clad in plumage of exquisite hue.

You may be, for aught that I know,
Some creature of value untold;
But for me, 'tis enough that you show
Yourself to all comers, for gold."

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A scribbler, who heard the remark,
Hung his head, and went sneaking away
Because, for his low, dirty work,
He was kept by a printer in pay.