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As SOME young Pigeon of a farm-yard flock, 

 No more content, at home, to fill his crop 

 With slugs and bugs, which, still, the daily care 

 Of anxious parent would provide him there ; 

 But, grown ambitious, now aspires to try 

 His wings, as others do, and aims to fly 

 For friendly tree-top, or some neighboring hill 

 Fecundative ; whence, stoutly, challenge shrill 

 Proud Chanticleer sends forth, and craning far, 

 Defies each answering rooster to the war 

 Galliginous ! 



Th ambitious Squab, now balancing in air 

 His small anatomy, with painful care 

 Essays his flight, and fluttering all amain 

 His unused wings, now up, now down again, 

 Or falls or rises ; but no progress makes, 

 Unless some friendly bird compassion takes ; 



