We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features;
One of us in glass is set,
One of us you'll find in jet.
T'other you may see in tin,
And the fourth a box within.
If the fifth you should pursue,
It can never fly from you.
More verses by Jonathan Swift
- Elegy On Partridge
- An Excellent New Song Being The Intended Speech Of A Famous Orator Against Peace
- The Windsor Prophecy
- On Himself
- On A Candle