HE'S not the bird I took him for?
I heard him in the distance screaming,
And tho' his voice was harsh, that hour,
I dream'd of glories, golden, gleaming!
This hour he meets my closer view;
And tho' he cuts as big a swagger,
I find a little cockatoo,
And not a peacock, in the bragger!
Joseph Skipsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-the-bird/
