We've a tale to tell you of a spavined emit,
A bird with a smile like a crack in a hat,
Who was owned by MCue, of the township of Whroo,
The county of Rodney, his front name was Pat.
The bird was a dandy, although a bit bandy,
Her knees, too, were queer and her neck out of gauge,
Shed eat what was handy, from crowbars to candy,
Was tall, too, and tough for a chick of her age.
But her taste and her height, and her figure and smile,
Were the smallest potatoes compared with her guile.
MCues bird had a name, Arabella that same,
A name that was given by Pat, we may say,
To the memory and fame of a red-headed flame,
Because, as he said, she wuz builded that way.
The bird Arabella let nothing compel her,
Her temper was bad when disturbed, as a rule.
Shed...