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