My first, untidy though thou art

My first, untidy though thou art, A noted writer, and a scribe, This trait of thine hath won my heart: Thy kindness to the feathered tribe.

My second dwells among the hills, Or lives on India’s coral strand; And many hearts with fear it thrills When marching in a mighty band.

Sailing upon the summer seas, I watch the yachts and pleasure boats Spurred on by the propelling breeze— How gracefully my total floats!