“Then Dick Canary hurt his throat,
He sang so loud on every note.
“‛Now, people love to eat of chicken—
If I stole one, I’d get a lickin’,
And then you’d hear an awful scream—
“Why don’t you give that cat ice-cream?”
A chicken and a bird to me
Seem much alike—do they to thee?
How classic is your pretty voice,
I love to hear you make that noise.