Little Birds are feeding
⁠Justices with jam.
⁠Rich in frizzled ham:
Rich, I say, in oysters
Haunting shady cloisters——
⁠That is what I am.

Little Birds are teaching
⁠Tigresses to smile,
⁠Innocent of guile:
Smile, I say, not smirkle——
Mouth a semicircle,
⁠That's the proper style!

Little Birds are sleeping
⁠All among the pins,
⁠Where the loser wins:
Where, I say, he sneezes
When and how lie pleases——
⁠So the Tale begins.