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...PATIENCE TAUGHT BY NATURE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) ON A PIECE OF TAPESTRY by GEORGE SANTAYANA ON THE MANTLEPIECE by JAMES LANE ALLEN THE FROGS: THE FROGS' SONG by ARISTOPHANES EARLY DEATH AND FAME by MATTHEW ARNOLD PSALM 12. SALVUM ME FAC by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |