Pretty blue jay, flighty bird
With eyes so bright and wings so fair
But not a twitter heard
Not a sound you do declare
As from twig to twig you flit
Dancing with the northern wind
Not a peep that you emit
Not a word that you rescind
Silent, you take flight
Beak clamped firm, no word astray
Weaving through the dappled light
My quiet bird, my quick blue jay
But hark! Now a sound is heard
Ghastly, screaming, ugly sound
Is that you my little bird?
My little jay with blue crest crowned?
Deceiving bird, grotesque beast
Go now, fly my company
Let your trembled croak be ceased
Stop your clamor, go now, flee
My little bird, what have you done?
Stricken from my merry eyne
My respect, now you have none
A voice so sick to one so fine?
But lonely without you, my jay
My lofty servant, my nimble friend
With your eyes, your feathers gay
Your white-tagged wings with you ascend
So, my jay, my lovely bird
Please return, return to me
Disregard that which had occurred
Be there for mine eye to see
And you return, doubt unspoken
Glad again to have you near
Our bond returned, our tie unbroken
Pray speak soft for none to hear
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