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Folks has be'n to town, and Sahry / Fetched 'er home a pet canary -- , / And of all the blame', contrary, / Aggervatin' things alive!
I love music -- that I love it / When it's free -- and plenty of it -- ; / But I kindo' git above it, / At a dollar-eighty-five!
Reason's plain as I'm a-sayin' -- , / Jes' the idy, now, o' layin' / Out yer money, and a-payin' / Fer a willer-cage and bird, / When the medder-larks is wingin' / Round you, and the woods is ringin' / With the beautifullest singin' / That a mortal ever heard!
Sahry's sot, tho'. So I tell her / He's a purty little feller, / With his wings o' creamy-yeller, / And his eyes keen as a cat; / And the twitter o' the critter / 'Pears to absolutely glitter!
Guess I'll haf to go and git her / A high-priceter cage 'n that!