Classic Poem

JAY-BIRD ain't no singer,
But his clothes is gay;
Flies up in er tree an' yells
All de livelong day.
Soun's des lahk a dorg-fight
When he 'gins ter squawl,
Othuh buhds dey stands aside—
Lets him do it all!

Jay-buhd ain't no ahtist—
Dat do n't bodder him!
Finds er place to holler
On de highes' limb.
Prop he mouf wide open,
Howl des lahk a cat;
Thinks he 's doin' wondhers—
Will you look at dat!

Odder buhds don't lahk him,
Dey des leave him be,
Go erway and let him think
He done bought dat tree!
Ain't he lahk some folkses—
(Find 'em Norf an' Souf)?
Might mek people b'lieve in him—
Ef he'd SHET HE MOUF!