Those cattle smaller than a Bee That herd upon the eye— Whose tillage is the passing Crumb— Those Cattle are the Fly— Of Barns for Winter—blameless— Extemporaneous stalls They found to our objection— On eligible walls— Reserving the presumption To suddenly descend And gallop on the Furniture— Or odiouser offend— Of their peculiar calling Unqualified to judge To Nature we remand them To justify or scourge—
