The greyhair bird; small but proud,
bloweth her trumpet against a young crowd
"I am a winner,have no fear" she says,
little lads listen to her bearin' an awe face!
"Tell us, tell us; O great lady,
why dos't thou not fear?" chirped a birdie
"Tale us, amuse us, inspire us, lighten us"
Elated and gay, the bird speaketh thus:
"Whilst I was as you, young and strong,
a villainous snake feet 'n feet long,
(furious and deathly; cruel and queer;)
did bring hell and fire O hear!
Ha! I pounced upon him; pluck'd his eye!
('Oye, dids't thou hear? Aye aye; Aye aye!')
Ere long his hiss never did sound,
Oh! I'd sense him had he been around."
Suddenly, rose behind a hood; dark and blind;
A long-lost foe sure did he find!
The scared scattered mourned in synchrony:
"Alas, isn't that a sad irony?"