Folks has be'n to town, and Sahry <br />Fetched 'er home a pet canary--, <br />And of all the blame', contrary, <br />Aggervatin' things alive! <br />I love music-- that I love it <br />When it's free-- and plenty of it--; <br />But I kindo' git above it, <br />At a dollar-eighty-five! <br /> <br />Reason's plain as I'm a-sayin'--, <br />Jes' the idy, now, o' layin' <br />Out yer money, and a-payin' <br />Fer a willer-cage and bird, <br />When the medder-larks is wingin' <br />Round you, and the woods is ringin' <br />With the beautifullest singin' <br />That a mortal ever heard! <br /> <br />Sahry's sot, tho'--. So I tell her <br />He's a purty little feller, <br />With his wings o' creamy-yeller, <br />And his eyes keen as a cat; <br />And the twitter o' the critter <br />'Pears to absolutely glitter! <br />Guess I'll haf to go and git her <br />A high-priceter cage 'n that!<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-canary-at-the-farm/
