TWO magpies sat on a garden wall, As it might be Wednesday week; And one little magpie wagged his tail In the other little magpie's beak. And doubling like a fist his little claw-hand, Said this other: "Upon my word, This is more than flesh and blood can stand, Of magpie or any other bird." So they picked and they scratched each other's little eyes, Till all that was left on the rail Was the beak of one of the little magpies, And the other little magpie's tail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |