The Jaybird he's my _favorite_ Of all the birds they is! I think he's quite a stylish sight In that blue suit of his: An' when he' lights an' shuts his wings, His coat's a "cutaway"-- I guess it's only when he sings You'd know he wuz a jay. I like to watch him when he's lit
In top of any tree, 'Cause all birds git wite out of it When _he_ 'lights, an' they see How proud he act', an' swell an' spread His chest out more an' more, An' raise the feathers on his head Like it's cut pompadore!