I'M a bluejay, 'nd never mind 'F my toe does stick out behind. When I ketch on a limb I'm there for keeps -- 'Lesn I let go. Of course I must eat. Sometimes, you know, I have to jes' let go O' that hind toe. I'm a dead sure thing in spring. As soon's the weather's kind o' warm You'll notice me on a fence. I feel immense In my blue suit. The woods can ketch my chirp; You hear my toot From then out 'f you don't shoot At my blue suit. I put ripe cherries in my face, Same place I wedge all the bugs; An' don't you ever think 'At I'm no good An' sponge my way. Do I? I guess I'll fool yuh, I eat yer durn "circulia." I guess I work my way 'F I am a jay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |