“Lizzard Crick Poems” - Birds’ Eggin’

                                  “Lizzard Crick Poems”

                                       Birds’ Eggin’

Ever rob a bird’s nest, Jim?

     Never did, I’m glad uv thet;

Nor you John or Bill or Tim?

     Wanted to more’n onc’, I bet;

Ev’ry boy I ever knew

Acted z if he wanted to.

Meanes’ busniz in the worl’

     I did once on Lizzard Crick; –

Meaner’n stonin’ little girl, –

     Won’t furgit it very quick,

How the old bird cried an’ cried,

‘N’ followed me way home beside.

Stoled a nest uv robin’s aigs,

     In the orchard, jest fur fun;

Tared my pants an’ skint my laigs,

     ‘N’ Auntie ast me how ‘twuz done;

Hadter tell her ‘en, you see,

‘N’en she got rite after me.

Ast me how my ma ‘ud feel

     ‘F’ some big giant come some day,

‘N’ broke into our house tur steal

     Baby an’ John an’ me away.

Said the robin wuz the same

Only called a deefrunt name.

‘N’en I cried in Aunty’s lap,

     Tol’ her I wuz sorry, too;

Laid ‘em aigs rite in my cap

     ‘N’ put ‘em back rite where ‘ey grew;

An’ how she flew an’ sung an’ turn

When she seen them aigs o’ hern.

Never stoled no aigs sence ‘at;

     Allus thought what Aunty said;

Dug her worms an’ watched the cat

     Tell her young ones growed an’ fled;

An’ I know she thanked me now,

Singin’ on thet apple bough.

May 14, ‘94

                                  The Lizzard Crick Poems.

                                         Birds’Eggin’.

 

Ever rob a bird s’ nes’, Jim?

     Never did? I’m glad o’ thet;

Nor you John or Bill or Tim?

     Wanted to more’n once, I bet.

Ev’ry boy I ever knew

Acted ’zif he wanted to.

 

Meanes’ busniz in the worl’,

     I did once on Lizzard Crick;

Meaner’n stonin’ little girl,

     Won’t fergit it very quick,

How the ol’ bird cried an’ cried,

Followed me way hum, beside.

 

Stoled a nest o’ robin’s aigs,

     In the orchud, jest fer fun;

Tared my pants an’ skint my laigs,

     ’N’ Auntie ast me how ’twuz done;

Had ter tell her ’en, you see,

’N’ en she got wite arfter me.

 

Ast me how my ma ’ud feel

     ’F some big giunt come some day,

’N’ broke into our house tur steal

     Baby ’n’ John an’ me away?

Said the robin wuz the same,

On’y called a diffrunt name.

 

’N’ en I cried in Auntie’s lap,

     Tol’ her I wuz sorry, tew;

Laid ’em aigs wite in my cap,

     ’N’ put ’em back rite where ’ey grew.

’N’ how she flew an’ sung an’ turn’,

When she seen them aigs o’ her’n.

 

Never stoled no aigs sence ’at;

     Allus thought what Auntie said;

Dug her worms an’ watched the cat,

     Tell her young ones growed an’ fled.

An’ I know she thanked me, now,

Singin’ on thet apple bough.