Riley Farm-Rhymes

A CANARY AT THE FARM

     Folks has be'n to town, and Sahry
     Fetched 'er home a pet canary,—
     And of all the blame', contrary,
         Aggervatin' things alive!
     I love music—that's I love it
     When it's free—and plenty of it;—
     But I kindo' git above it,
         At a dollar-eighty-five!

     Reason's plain as I'm a—sayin',—
     Jes' the idy, now, o' layin'
     Out yer money, and a-payin'
         Fer a wilder-cage and bird,
     When the medder-larks is wingin'
     Round you, and the woods is ringin'
     With the beautifullest singin'
         That a mortal ever heard!

     Sahry's sot, tho'.—So I tell her
     He's a purty little feller,
     With his wings o' creamy-yeller,
         And his eyes keen as a cat;
     And the twitter o' the critter
     Tears to absolutely glitter!
     Guess I'll haf to go and git her
         A high-priceter cage 'n that!