The Smell O’ Spring.
The robin is a pirate bird,
The
title fits him well;
While he gets all my garden
fruit
I
do not get a smell.
Down in my swamp skunk cabbage
grows,
More
rank than I can tell;
The robin does not care for that
So
I get all the smell.
Joe Cone.
(Undated)
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