Those Rooks, dear, from morning till night,
They seem to do nothing but quarrel and fight,
And read more

Those Rooks, dear, from morning till night,
They seem to do nothing but quarrel and fight,
And wrangle and jangle, and plunder.
- Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik),

Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless read more

Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless caws amusive.