I'm a bluejay, 'nd never mind
'F my toe does stick out behind.
  When I ketch on a limb
  I'm there for keeps--
  'Lesn I let go.
Of course I must eat.
  Sometimes, you know,
  I have to jes' let go
  O' that hind toe.

I'm a dead sure thing in spring.
As soon's the weather's kind o' warm
  You'll notice me on a fence.
  I feel immense
  In my blue suit.
The woods can ketch my chirp;
  You hear my toot
From then out 'f you don't shoot
  At my blue suit.

I put ripe cherries in my face,
Same place I wedge all the bugs;
  An' don't you ever think
  'At I'm no good
  An' sponge my way.
Do I? I guess I'll fool yuh,
  I eat yer durn "circulia."
  I guess I work my way
  'F I am a jay.