MIGRATION OF THE BEASTS. 
But if you wish to see them best, 
Go at their hour of baiting, 
For then, to give a greater zest, 
The keeper keeps them waiting. 
They make no bows, they say no grace, 
They make no bore and bother 
About precedency and place, 
Nor speechify each other. 
But with a glorious appetite 
That scorns ali dinner-pills, 
They clear away both left and right, 
And then—they pay no bills. 
When this is done, we hope youll say, 
That you have seen enough ; 
We show them first the nat’ral way, 
And then our beasts we stuff: 
Nor think these creatures are in vain— 
For, without more apology, 
The moral I will now explain 
That springs from our Zoology. 
There’s not a beast that roams the field, 
Or bird that wings the air, 
But may a youthful lesson yield, 
_ When seen in durance there. 
The Eagle that would soar on high 
In heavenly radiance dipp'd— 
Ambition, here direct your eye, | 
Behold his wings are clipp’d. — 
Lions that lash, and foam, and teaz 
But nothing gain by that— 
Let brawling patriots study here 
An emblem of their fate. 
Here beauteous things of plumage rare 
Can ne’er be disengaged: 
Observe, ye youthful maidens fair, 
Once caught, you ’re closely caged. 
