Question

Here we go in a flung' festoon'.
Halfway up to the jealous moon!
Don't you envy our pranceful bands?
Don't you wish you had extra hands?
Wouldn't you like if your tails were so
curved in the shape of a Cupid's' bow
now you are angry, but - never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
Here we sit in a branchy row,
thinking of beautiful things we know.
Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do,
All complete, in a minute or two -
Something noble and wise and good,
Done by merely wishing we could.
We've forgotten but - never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
All the talk we ever have heard
spoken by bat or beast or bird-
Hide or fin or scale or feather-
Jabber it quickly and all together!​

Answer 1

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