God gave a Loaf to every Bird

God gave a Loaf to every Bird— But just a Crumb—to Me— I dare not eat it—tho' I starve— My poignant luxury— To own it—touch it— Prove the feat—that made the Pellet mine— Too happy—for my Sparrow's chance— For Ampler Coveting— It might be Famine—all around— I could not miss an Ear— Such Plenty smiles upon my Board— My Garner shows so fair— I wonder how the Rich—may feel— An Indiaman—An Earl— I deem that I—with but a Crumb— Am Sovereign of them all—