Classic Poem

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 free — 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!