The Jaybird
The Jaybird he’s my _favorite_
Of all the birds they is!
I think he’s quite a stylish sight
In that blue suit of his:
An’ when he’ lights an’ shuts his wings,
His coat’s a 'cutaway’—
I guess it’s only when he sings
You’d know he wuz a jay.
I like to watch him when he’s lit
In top of any tree,
'Cause all birds git wite out of it
When _he_ 'lights, an’ they see
How proud he act’, an’ swell an’ spread
His chest out more an’ more,
An’ raise the feathers on his head
Like it’s cut pompadore!
