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The swift perched, tweeting like a petty tyrant,
    Ruffling the feathers of self-love and power,
And dropped his siftings on a fire hydrant
    To show the under-world, from hour to hour,
All things of grace, necessity, and toil
Were eyed by him and subject to his spoil. 

—James Matthew Wilson