Yesterday mother she spanked me so hard, I sort of keep feeling it now; For somehow she learned, when I hid in the yard, That I'd done what she didn't allow. I asked how she knew that I'd gone and been bad, And she said that a little bird told her I had. It's always some bird that has tattled before, And helped grown-up folks to find out; And now when I've just shut the jam-closet door I find @3you@1 a-hopping about! And if you're the bird that's been doing all that, I'll find where you live, an' I'll tell my old cat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND THEME IN YELLOW by CARL SANDBURG |