Flying on a misty morn
The Blue Jay galavants
Knocking dewdrops to the ground
Clinging to a hedge's branch
...
Once I was told of a painter's life
Not one of fame, nor of strife
His heart applied colors, in loving tribute
His favorite subject was his wife
...
Blue Jay
Flying on a misty morn
The Blue Jay galavants
Knocking dewdrops to the ground
Clinging to a hedge's branch
Singing daydream melodies
Waking the blurry, yawning dawn
Shaking the dogwood's spring white limbs
Careless cavorting across the lawn
The live oak's bough's now twittle with life
As the Blue Jay feeds without dismay
Dewdrops dry with the light of morn
The Blue Jay hurriedly flys away