The Catbird's Song.In the cedar tree? Oh how must his heart be swinging In that merry glee! Parka, parka, tuleree, tuleree, chrup, cheerup__ How he loves that song! Wet-year, wet-year, terry, terry, hark, hark__ What a liquid throng! From early morn till dark he chatters, Happy as a king; Sending forth his brook of laughter From his choral spring. Parka, parka, tuleree, tuleree, chrup, cheerup__ What a babbling poet! Wet-year, wet-year, terry, terry, hark, hark- Does he really know it? __John G. Ellenbecker. |
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
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