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THE PIG-TALE
365
Little Birds are feeding
Justices with jam.
Rich in frizzled ham:
Rich, I say, in oysters
Haunting shady cloisters
That is what I am.
Little Birds are teaching
Tigresses to smile,
Innocent of guile:
Smile, I say, not smirkle
Mouth a semicircle,
That's the proper style!
Little Birds are sleeping
All among the pins,
Where the loser wins:
Where, I say, he sneezes
When and how lie pleases
So the Tale begins.
