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I SAW upon his pulpit-perch
A well-fed gamecock of the church
Spread out his plumes, and heard him crow
To his lean pullets croucht below.
" Wretches! ye raise your throats to men
Who pry into your father's pen;
Look at your betters, do as they do,
And be content to chant a credo ."
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