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A Saucer holds a Cup
In sordid human Life
But in a Squirrel's estimate
A Saucer hold a Loaf.

A Table of a Tree
Demands the little King
And every Breeze that run along
His Dining Room do swing.

His Cutlery-he keeps
Within his Russer Lips-
To see it flashing when he dines
Do Birmingham eclipse-

Convicted-could we be
Of our Minutiae
The smallest Citizen that flies
Is heartier than we-