Show Just Folks By Edgar A A. Guest SPECIMEN ON EXHIBITION My iry working room at Pointe Aux Barques Seems nestled in a tree Its arms embrace the tho open space That is reserved for me And sometimes as I sit alone aiono The little birds appear To stand and stare upon me there thereAs thereAs thereAs As if they think me queer At first they used to fly flyaway away Afraid to risk my rage But now they show they've corns coma to know That I am in a cage A As children do when at the zoo zoo They boldly stare at me mo And when I l' l pace my prison space apace No longer do they flee They chirp and chatter on the tho limb Like tots of five and six With hearts hearts' elate they seem to wait For me to do my tricks They gaze at me the while I work And s stare re reI me through and I through And It It is plain they try in vain To learn just what I do Just yesterday came Johnnie Wren With Jennie at his side aide Surprised amazed they stood and gazed With eyes that opened wide And as they stared Ill I'll swear she said As plain as plain can be Poor man Ill I'll bet hed he'd like to get Once more his liberty I Copyright 1936 1036 Edgar A. A Guest |