FOLKS has be'n to town, and Sahry Fetched 'er home a pet canary, -- And of all the blame', contrary, Aggervatin' things alive! I love music -- that's I love it When it's @3free@1 -- and plenty of it; -- But I kind o' git above it, At a dollar-eighty-five! Reason's plain as I'm a-sayin', -- Jes' the idy, now, o' layin' Out yer money, and a-payin' Fer a willer-cage and bird, When the medder-larks is wingin' Round you, and the woods is ringin' With the beautifullest singin' That a mortal ever heard! Sahry's sot, tho'. -- So I tell her He's a purty little feller, With his wings o' creamy-yeller And his eyes keen as a cat. And the twitter o' the critter 'Pears to absolutely glitter! Guess I'll haf to go and git her A high-priceter cage 'n that! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SUMMER by LEONIE ADAMS ONLY ONE MOTHER by GEORGE COOPER CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND FOR A MARRIAGE OF SAINT KATHERINE [OR, CATHERINE] by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |