Listen, gallants, to my words, I sing the Commonwealth of Birds. A Buzzard doth command the town; Gulls are brethren of the gown; Great, but not Moguls they be, Of the land, and not the sea. There is, in every ward of these, Widgeons placed for deputies: The citizens have merry lives; They Cuckoos are, who take to wives, Pretty Parrots, Blackbirds, Rails, Many of them pure Wagtails. Each parish constable is a Daw; Wry-neck, watchmen with club law, Who, taking any Owls by night, Straight convey them to the Kite, Who keeps the Counter, and indeed Knows on Poultry how to feed. Diverse gentlemen there are, A Robin-red-breast and a Stare; Canary birds are not a few; Rooks have crept among them too; Dunghill Cocks, that will be beat; Godwits, only good to eat. Would you know the lawyers? These Are a nest of Goldfinches: But few men there are that know The Physician from a Crow; Yet Bitter many of them are, And the good, like Black-swans, rare. If any chance to ask of me, Where this Commonwealth should be, I answer, 'tis above the Moon, 'Twas mine by revelation; There the Larks are, and we shall See them, when the sky doth fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMMORTAL MIND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 34. THE DARK GLASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI POSSESSED by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT IF THE WORLD WERE RIGHT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE WANDERER: PROLOGUE. PART 3 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |