copyright Jeanne E Webster
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“Write sum’fing purty,” the good Lawd said,
“Nuff glum and gloom out dere a’ready.”
So I plopped on my tinkin’ hat…reflectin’
So hard I got tired and went to beddy.
Let’s see now, Springtime is here,
Dere’s lots a’ purty colorful shrubs
Forsythia, lilacs ‘n redbuds so pink
Colorin’ the yards like pinwheel hubs.
Yards are full of purty dashing birds
All decked out in nature’s bright hues.
Courtin’ one another, startin’ families
Dey got no time fer chasin’ da blues.
Red-breasted robins, how stout they be
A’building nests and gobblin’ up worms;
Thru weather so cold or floodin’ as seas
Dey fights back like fightin’ some germs.
Look ‘it da lil’ squirrels a’flippin’ der tails
Hurryin’ here an’ dere like hopscotchin’ toys
Dey start–dey stop–den skitter up a tree
Wid a sassy attitude sorta like lil’ boys.
Bluejays do lots of screechin’ ‘n hollerin’
I tink dey jes’ like to boss everything aroun’
Maybe dey’s the neighbo’hood policin’ men
Flittin’ here and dere from trees to da groun’.
I can’t fergit dem purply house finches
Wearin’ dere finest feathers of rosy red
Dey brighten up the feeders so colorfully
As dey peck at the seeds til dey’s well-fed.
Well, Lawd, I did my best to write purty today.
No dismal tings, no gloom or grumpy glums;
The trees and shrubs declare Your glory
From da sassafras leaves to da purply plums.
