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MIGRATION OF THE BEASTS. 
Impostors grave may cast their eyes 
Upon the solemn owl, 
Who is, although he looks so wise, 
A very foolish fowl. 
Creatures that slowly crawl and creep 
In hopes themselves to raise— 
Ye Treasury Grubs, look in and peep, 
At your own dirty ways. 
Here, Dandies, you new tricks may learn, 
Where Monkeys meet your view ; 
And when you ’ve seen them—in return, 
Why let them look at you. 
+. ae 
Pky 
