VULGARITY. 
FLOKAL FABLE. 
One August morn, before the sun 
Had reached his glorious height, 
What time, ere harvest is begun. 
The corn-fields most delight. 
Snug by a hedge, o’erhung with trees, 
Where blades less numerous grew, 
A nest of Poppies, placed at ease. 
Conversed with Bottles blue. 
wonder much,” w^th rustic grace, 
A Poppy thus began. 
Why our mild inoffensive race 
Is so despised by man. 
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