Ol' Jack Cody was a hard drinkin' cuss
He loved red wine and the whiskey that sips
Met a young lady who made a big fuss
An' gave it all up for a taste of her lips
He stopped his gamblin' and runnin' around
Cleaned up well and started drinkin' sody
Friends shook their heads at this new man they found
Wondered what happened to ol' Jack Cody
Then one day she took her love out the door
Left the old cowboy just scratchin' his head
She went with a gambler, a red vest he wore
An' ol' Jack Cody had one empty bed
Now ol' Jack Cody drinks whiskey that sips
An' don't give a damn for ruby red lips
5/2/2017
Deep sky-blue, a neat bit darker on wings,
And a cool piece paler below,
With calm white under it
To feed and clean trees, from perches,
Male Mountain Bluebirds hunt insects,
Or toppingly while on the wing
With their long wings, hovering flight,
And marvelously quick dives, yet
Females are lovely brown tinged with grey
With cute tinges of pale blue in the wings
Pretty Tail likewise the wings
Andy and Sody are my old sparrow friends
What do you do in so windy winter? I asked
Sody said "her nest is the best" Andy agreed
I gave to them a pouch of grains- Asian pearl millets,
Some Indian fresh sesames as well as
A sack of Indonesian berry with Chinese natural brown sugar
Roaming through a meadow of music-
wild flowers and birdsong echo long
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