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.