A king-bird flew in Pompey's Hall
Pursued by others from the grove
With laurel sprig in hand it strove
To hard elude the brawl
But overcome by violence wide
It fell the victim of its foes
And as they there in triumph rose
On purple floors it died
These symbols in Spurinna stirred
And warnings out to Caesar went
But fruitless was the message sent
The omen went unheard
Then there he was near Pompey's Hall
Pursued by fate and too by Jove
And as he toward the senate strove
There Caesar met his fall
For overcome by violence wide
He fell the victim of his foes
And as they there in triumph rose
On scarlet floors he died
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