Is never known to caterwaul:

    Its odor though attracts the Kits,

    And throws them in Catniption fits.

    The sacred Ibis tells his beads,

    And gravely from his prayer-book reads;

    The Ibis therfore we may say,

    Is classified a bird-of-prey.

    'Ibiscus we have heard related,

    The "Crimson-Eye" is designated;

    Their difference is plain indeed,

    The flower is red, the bird can read.

    The little Butter-cup can sing,

    From morn 'till night like anything:

    The quacking of the Butter-ball,

    Cannot be called a song at all.

    We thus the flower may learn to know,

    Its song is reproduced below.

    The Blue-Jay, as we plainly see,

    Resembles much the green Bay tree:

    The difference between the two,

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