Classic Poem

My Grampa he's a-allus sayin',
" Sing a song o' cheer! " —
And wunst I says " What kind is them? "
He says, — " The kind to hear . —
'Cause they're the songs that Nature sings,
In ever' bird that twitters! "
" Well, whipperwills and doves , " says I,
" Hain't over-cheery critters! "
" Then don't you sing like them , " he says —
" Ner guinny-hens , my dear —
Ner peafowls nuther (drat the boy!)
You sing a song o' cheer! "
I can't sing nothin' anyhow;
But, comin' home, to'rds night,
I kind o' sort o' kep' a-whistlin'
" Old — Bob — White! "