The Jackdaw and Me
A jackdaw spit in my face today.
Saliva traveled six miles away.
I grabbed him by his ridiculous throat.
Offered him as lunch to my billy goat.
That jackdaw kicked me and laughed in my face.
Believe it or not he got me with mace.
When he got home my man asked what I’d done.
All of the bullets were gone from his gun.
Bullet holes all over house and the barn.
Jackdaw escaped. Who could make up this yarn?
I have to go. The bird is back with an evil sashay.
I am running as fast as I can, trying to get away.
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