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WE VE a tale to tell you of a spavined emit	A
A bird with a smile like a crack in a hat	B
Who was owned by M Cue of the township of Whroo	C
The county of Rodney his front name was Pat	B
The bird was a dandy although a bit bandy	D
Her knees too were queer and her neck out of gauge	E
She d eat what was handy from crowbars to candy	D
Was tall too and tough for a chick of her age	E
But her taste and her height and her figure and smile	F
Were the smallest potatoes compared with her guile	F
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M Cue s bird had a name Arabella that same	G
A name that was given by Pat we may say	H
To the memory and fame of a red headed flame	G
Because as he said she wuz builded that way	H
The bird Arabella let nothing compel her	C
Her temper was bad when disturbed as a rule	I
She d rupture the smeller of any young feller	C
Who teased with a kick that would honor a mule	I
And the boys and the girls who were then living near	C
Were all minus an eye those with luck had one ear	C
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The emu with her smile would the new chum beguile	F
To step up and study the great gawky bird	J
And then let out in style and she d hoist him a mile	F
The sound of his wailing would never be heard	J
At which she d look stately and mild and sedately	D
And seem to be steeped in some deep inward woe	K
Or wondering greatly what happened there lately	D
That people found need to go tearing round so	K
P M Cue overlooked his long bird s little craze	L
He declared it was only her emusing ways	L
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Is it strange that in time these outrages should prime	M
The neighbours with ire and profanity dread	N
And at every crime with good reason and rhyme	M
They d bombard the bird with old iron and lead	N
Their weapons would whistle by Bella and hiss ill	O
The bird only smiled as they yearned for her gore	C
They wasted their gristle she ate up each missile	P
And placidly looked on and waited for more	C
Her digestion not stones nor old nails could upset	Q
So it s strange that the men disagreed with the pet	Q
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The late Mr M Cue of the township of Whroo	C
Would hear no complaints of his biped absurd	J
And with little ado put the biggest man through	C
Who d lay e er a finger on Bella the bird	J
If father or teacher came flaunting a feature	C
Removed from a boy say an eyelid or ear	C
He sooled on the preacher his feathery creature	C
Or offered to fight him for money or beer	C
And to shoot at this bird was but labour in vain	R
She digested their slugs and she faced them again	S
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But M Cue for his care and and anxiety rare	C
Got meagre rewards from his camel shanked fowl	T
For when on a tear she d uproot his back hair	C
And peck at his ear and snatch scraps off his jowl	T
A kick from the shoulder a shock like a boulder	C
That weighed half a ton being twisted in quick	U
And Patrick was older and very near cold ere	C
The time he recovered that feathered mule s kick	U
At the worst he but sighed and regretfully said	N
It reminded him so of his wife who was dead	N
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But the time came at last when anxiety cast	V
Its spell o er the bird she grew dull and deprest	V
She felt glum and she passed to hysterics as fast	V
All day she sought round in sore mental unrest	V
She acted like moody hysterical Judy	V
When Punch is inspired for a villainous lark	W
But Paddy was shrewd he could see she was broody	V
And yearned in the chick rearing biz to embark	W
The momentous importance and stress of her case	X
Were quite plain in her actions and seen in her face	X
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She tried sitting on stones and on brickbats and bones	Y
But moped all the time and supped grief to the dregs	Z
There was nothing in cones and in harrowing tones	Y
She spoke her great yearning to cultivate eggs	Z
One morning day dreaming all glossy and gleaming	A2
She saw the bald head of the neighbour next door	C
Its round egg like seeming set Bell wildly scheming	A2
To sit on that skull or be happy no more	C
And she laid for the man by the dark and the day	V
And he cursed and he kicked in a terrible way	V
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From that day it is said Arabella she led	V
The bald headed men who lived near a hard life	B2
They all held her in dread for her manners ill bred	V
M Cue spent his time in tempestuous strife	B2
With eye speculative she cornered each native	C2
To find if his skull would just suit her complaint	V
The man s strength was great if he saved all his pate if	D2
She failed to secure half his scalp in distraint	V
And her owner indulged in Satanic delights	E2
And he egged on his bird to more furious fights	E2
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But the downfall of spite and the triumph of right	V
Are bound to come round fight we ever so hard	V
On one March morning bright Old M Cue very tight	V
Returned to his home and dossed down in the yard	V
He d not long been sleeping when Bella came peeping	A2
And viewed with delight his bare head like a cast	V
And into her keeping she raked it and heaping	A2
Her ribs on the skull she was happy at last	V
And she sat till the day and the night both were gone	F2
And the next day and next was she still sitting on	G2
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It was thought Pat had fled and a week or more sped	V
E er folks came to search and they found for their pains	H2
P M Cue lying dead with the bird on his head	V
Still stolidly striving to hatch out some brains	H2
No priest at Pat s croaking by blessings invoking	A2
Had served to make easy the poor sinner s death	I2
Some folks blamed his soaking the jury said choking	A2
The bird was found guilty of stopping his breath	I2
And for peace and for quiet and morality s sake	J2
She was killed with a slab from a Cousin Jack's cake	J2

Edward George Dyson

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