Classic Poem

Baltimore Oriole
Took a look at the mercury, forty below.
No life for a lady
To be draggin' her feathers around in the snow.

[ HE ] Leaving me blue,
Off she flew

[ OR SHE ] Leaving her mate,
She flew straight

To the Tangipaho,
Where a two-timin' blackbird
Met the divine Miss O!
I'd like to ruffle his plumage!
Baltimore Oriole
Messed aroun' with that big mouth 'til he singed her wing.
Forgivin' is easy,
It's a woman-like, now-and-then-could-happen thing.
Send her back home,
Home ain't home without her warbling;
Make a lonely man happy.
Baltimore Oriole,
Come down from that bough,
Fly back to me now.