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...ON THE DEATH OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN by PHILIP FRENEAU THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 4. LOVESIGHT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SMOKE IN WINTER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU HASCHEESH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE WORLD'S WAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ONLY A BABY SMALL by MATTHIAS BARR THE DESCENT OF TIMOTHY by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |