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Next morning, at the breakfast table.
The Parrot, loud as he was able,
Was heard repeatedly to cry,
Who with the Parson toy'd? O fie!"
Old Jenkins listen'd, and grew pale,
The Parrot then, more loudly scream'd,
And Mistress Jenkins heard the tale
And much alarm'd she seem'd!
Trembling she tried to stop his breath,
Her lips and cheek as pale as death!
The more she trembled, still the more
Old Jenkins view'd her o'er and o'er;
And now her yellow cheek was spread
With blushes of the deepest red.
And now again the Parrot's Tale
Made his old Tutoress doubly pale;
For cowardice and guilt, they say
Are the twin brothers of the soul;
