I WENT to Market yesterday,
And it is like a Fair
Of everything you'd like to see;
But nothing live is there:
— The Pigeons, hanging up to eat;
And Rabbits, by their little feet! —
And no one seemed to care.

And there were Fishes out in rows,
Bright ones of every kind;
Some were pink, and silver too;
But all of them were blind.
Yes, everything you'd like to touch. —
It would not make you happy much,
But no one seemed to mind.

And loveliest of all, a Deer! —
Only its eyes were blurred;
And hanging by it, very near,
A beautiful great Bird.
So I could smooth his feathers through,
And kiss them, very softly, too:
But Oh, he never stirred!