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!