The Swans

"Ho! pretty swans, Do you know, in our Zoo' The swans of old England Are just like you?"

"Don't tell me!" Said a cross old bird; "I know better, The thing's quite absurd.

"Their figures, I'm sure, Are not worth a glance: If you want to see style, You must come to France."

With a scornful whisk The swan turned tail, Spread its wings to the breeze, And was off full-sail.

"Ho! pretty swan, Do you know, in our Zoo' The swans are not half So conceited as you?"