"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...SACRIFICE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO MADAME DE SEVIGNE by MATHIEU DE MONTREUIL MOUNTAIN LAUREL by ALFRED NOYES PATRIOTIC SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD MY JEWEL CASE by BESSE BURNETT BELL RUSSIA by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |