Franklin P. Adams
Reading edition
(Coldly ignoring the roistering of his friends, addresses the Grackle with bitterness:)
TO A GRACKLE
(Horace, Ode XVIXXV, p. 23)
Bird, if you think I do not care To gaze upon your feathered form Rather than converse with some fair Or make my brow with tennis warm; If you should think I'd liefer far Hear your sweet song than fast be driving Within my costly motor car And in my handsome home arriving, If you should think I would be gone Far sooner than you might expect From off this uncolumnar lawn; Bird, you'd be utterly correct!