A _Black Bird_ afraid of a _Kite_.
A Poor Simple _Black Bird_ was frighted almost to Death with a Huge
Flopping _Kite_ that she saw over her Head, Screaming and Scouring about
for her Prey. Come Sister, says a _Thrush_ to her, Pluck up a good Heart;
for all this Fluttering and Shrieking is but Fooling; and you shall
see this Lazy Buzzard at last, e’en take up with some Pittiful Frog or
Mouse to her Supper, and be Glad on’t too. No, no, the _Hawks_ are the
Dangerous Birds, Child, that Bite, as they say, without Barking, and do
Execution in Silence.
The MORAL.
_The more Noise and Flutter, the less Danger._