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<h2> <i>John V. A. Weaver</i> </h2>
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(With a strong note of infant brutality.)</p>
<h3> THE WEAVER BIRD </h3>
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<p class="i2"> Gosh, kid! that bird a-cheepin' in the tree </p>
<p class="i2"> All green an' cocky—why, it might be me </p>
<p class="i2"> Singin' to you.... Wisht I was just a bird </p>
<p class="i2"> Bringin' you worms—aw, you know, things I've heard </p>
<p class="i2"> 'Bout me—an' flowers, maybe.... Like as not </p>
<p class="i2"> Somebody'd get me with an old slingshot </p>
<p class="i2"> An' I'd be dead.... Gee, it'd break you up! </p>
<p class="i2"> Nothin' would be the same to you, I bet, </p>
<p class="i2"> Knowin' my grave was out there in the wet </p>
<p class="i2"> And we two couldn't pet no more.... Say, kid, </p>
<p class="i2"> It makes me weep, same as it always did, </p>
<p class="i2"> To think how bad you'd feel.... </p>
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<p class="i32"> I got a thought, </p>
<p class="i2"> An awful funny one I sorta caught— </p>
<p class="i2"> Nobody never thought that way, I guess— </p>
<p class="i2"> When I get blue, an' things is in a mess </p>
<p class="i2"> I map out all my funeral, the hearses </p>
<p class="i2"> An' nineteen carriages, an' folks with verses </p>
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Sayin' how great I was, an' all like that, </p>
<p class="i2"> An' wreaths, an' girls with crapes around their hat </p>
<p class="i2"> Tellin' the world how bad their hearts was broke, </p>
<p class="i2"> An' you, just smashed to think I had to croak.... </p>
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<p class="i2"> I can't stand that bird, somehow—makes me cry.... </p>
<p class="i2"> <i>The world'll be darn sorry when I die!</i> </p>
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