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128 With his head on one side, and a serious air. Then he makes no remark; but he wanders elsewhere. And he trots down the garden to gaze now and then At the curious pranks of a certain blue wren: Not a commonplace wren, but a bird marked for fame Thro' a grievance in life and a definite aim.

Now, they never fly far and they never fly high, And they probably couldn't, suppose they should try. So the common blue wren is content with his lot: He will eat when there's food, and he fasts when there's not. He flirts and he flutters, his wife by his side. With his share of content and forgiveable pride. And he keeps to the earth, 'mid the bushes and shrubs, And he dines very well upon corpulent grubs.

But the little blue wren with a grievance in life, He was rude to his neighbours and short with his wife. For, up in the apple-tree over his nest. There dwelt a fat spider who gave him no rest: A spider so fat, so abnormally stout That he seemed hardly fitted to waddle about.