But I gotta tell ye suthin’ ’t ’appened then;
Ever b’en
Whar a mockin’-bird was tunin’ up ’is fiddle?
It’s a riddle
How ’e symfonizes ev’ry sort o’ noise
An’ employs
A composer’s subterfujes (ez ye’ve noted)
Single throated.
Wal, I seen one settin’ up thar (knowed ’twas him)
On a limb