You know the old saying your goose is cooked
Whenever I hear that I really get shooked
I hear there's some truth to that nasty old saying
I'm valuable because of the many eggs I keep laying
You have to learn how to run really fast
If you don't, how long will your life last
I've learned to do more then just waddle
You'd be smart to use me as a role modelDon't get caught walking around here alone
The inside of a kettle will be your next home
Keep your bill shut, don't utter a honk or quack
If you get noticed it may be your last act
Author Eileen Clark
Da spreeng ees com’ but oh, da joy Eet ees too late ! He was so cold, my leetla boy, He no could wait.
I no can count how manny week, How manny day, dat he ees seeck, how manny night I seet an’ hold da leetla hand dat was so cold.
He was so patience,oh, so sweet. Eet hurts my throat to theenk of eet: An all he evra ask ees w’en Is gona com’ da spreeng agen.
Wan day, wan brighta sunny day, He see across da alleyway, Da leetla girl dat’s liven’ dere Ees raise her window for da air, And put outside a leetla pot of w’at you call?-forget-me-not.
So smalla flower, so leetla theeng! But steel eet mak’ hees hearta seeng. “Oh, now, at las’,ees com’ da spreeng! Da leetla plant ees glad for know,
Da sun ees com’ for mak’ eet grow. So too, I am grow warm and strong. So lika dat he seeng hees song.
But, ah, da night com’ down an den, Da winter ees sneak back agen, An in da alley, all da night Eees fall da snow, so cold, so white.
An’ cover up da leetla pot Of w’at you call ? for-get-me-not. All night da leetla hand I hold.
Eees grow so cold, so cold, so cold ! Da spreeng ees come, but oh, da joy, Eet ees too late! He was so cold, my leetla boy, He no could wait.
by Thomas Augustine Daly
Thomas Augustine Daly was an Irish-American poet who is more commonly referred to as T A Daly. He was a very popular writer, mainly poetry, but he had many articles published in newspapers and magazines. He also made a good living on the lecturing and after-dinner speaking circuit where he would often recite his own poetry to appreciative audiences. His style was mostly humorous and he wrote in a curious mixture of mock Italian-American and Irish-American dialect.