A Saucer holds a Cup
In sordid human Life
But in a Squirrel’s estimate
A Saucer hold a Loaf –
A Table of a Tree
Demands the little King
And every Breeze that run along
His Dining Room do swing –
His Cutlery – he keeps
Within his Russet Lips –
To see it flashing when he dines
Do Birmingham eclipse –
Convicted – could we be
Of our Minutiae
The smallest Citizen that flies
Is heartier than we –