"IT'S my idee," a blackbird said, As he sat in a mulberry bush, "It's my idee, it seems to me, I can warble as well as a thrush." "Let'er go, let'er go," said a carrion crow, As he swung on an old clothesline, "For I won't budge, but I'll act as judge, And the winner I'll ask to dine." In a minor key the thrush sang he, 'Way up in an elm remote, And twice and thrice like paradise Songs welled from the warbler's throat. Then a rooster he, in his usual glee, Flew up on the barnyard fence, And he crowed and he crowed; then he said: "I'll be blowed If that isn't simply immense." Then the blackbird, well, he listened a spell And began in garrulous run, But he wasn't admired, for a farmer tired -- Well, he up and fired a gun. Then the black crow said, as he rested his head: "I want to go somewhere and die." And a young cock-a-too said: "I do, too," And a parrot said: "So do I." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAR PRESIDENT by JOHN JAMES PIATT A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 40. LOVE BOUGHT AND SOLD by PHILIP AYRES |