The Two Birdies

Mamma she says it isn’t dood

For little boys to eat much food;

She says to want it only when

I eat wiv her and sister Jen.

Mamma she calls me Birdie, oft,

Like birdie in his cage so soft;

But he has seeds to eat all day,

I dess I’ll take ‘em all away.

March 28, ‘91

Pub. in Boston

Standard Jr.,

May 13, ‘95