A bird came down the walk,

He did not know I know;

He bit an angle worm in halves

And ate the fellow in raw.

 

And then he drank a dew

From a nearby grass,

And then hopped sidewise to the wall

To let a beetle pass,

 

He glanced with rapid eyes

That hurried all abroad,

They looked like rolling beads, I thought,

He then stirred his velvet head.

 

Like one in danger, cautious

I offered him a crumb,

And he unrolled his feathers

And rowed him home…