A bird turned loose among the flowers, In the San Diego sun, Soon sighed to see the gentle showers, And struck for Oregon— About an hour, it seems to me, Till it arrived at Albany. A cat, blindfolded in the night Outside the college door, Was carried in a box car tight A thousand miles or more— The train was wrecked, but all agree The cat showed up in Albany. A man got dry, in this temperance town, And struck for a faster place— He wandered the nation up and down Till his purse was empty space— Then rode a "brake" from Tennessee, To get back home to Albany. A native here once died, they say, And went to Paradise, He viewed it o'er in a listless way, With a look of sad surprise— Then formed a club and prayed to be Sent back to boost for Albany. |