The poem
THE stork who worms and frogs devours
That in our ponds reside, Why should he dwell on high church-towers,
With which he's not allied?
Incessantly he chatters there,
And gives our ears no rest; But neither old nor young can dare
To drive him from his nest.
I humbly ask it,--how can he
Give of his title proof, Save by his happy tendency
To soil the church's roof?