Benjamin Franklin King (Бенджамин Франклин Кинг)

I'm a Bluejay

I'm a bluejay, 'nd never mind
'F my toe does stick out behind.
   When I ketch on a limb
   I'm there for keeps--
   'Lesn I let go.
Of course I must eat.
   Sometimes, you know,
   I have to jes' let go
   O' that hind toe.

I'm a dead sure thing in spring.
As soon's the weather's kind o' warm
   You'll notice me on a fence.
   I feel immense
   In my blue suit.
The woods can ketch my chirp;
   You hear my toot
From then out 'f you don't shoot
   At my blue suit.

I put ripe cherries in my face,
Same place I wedge all the bugs;
   An' don't you ever think
   'At I'm no good
   An' sponge my way.
Do I? I guess I'll fool yuh,
   I eat yer durn "circulia."
   I guess I work my way
   'F I am a jay. 

1. How Hank Died
2. 'Rastus King
3. Elopement
4. The River St. Joe
5. De Bugle on De Hill

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