Tree with a Bird in it — The Grackle of Grog by William Rose and Stephen Vincent Benet

_The Benet Brothers_ (They sing arm in arm, Stephen Vincent having rather more to do with the verse and William Rose with the chorus.

Their sister Laura is too busy looking for a fairy under the tree to add to the family contribution.

) THE GRACKLE OF GROG

It was old Yale College Made me what I am-- You oughto heard my mother When I first said damn!

I put a pin in sister's chair, She jumped sky-high ...

I don't know what'll happen When I come to die!

_But oh, the stars burst wild in a glorious crimson whangle,_ _There was foam on the beer mile-deep, mile-high, and the pickles were piled like seas,_ _Noeara's hair was a flapper's bob that turned to a ten-mile tangle,_ _And the forests were crowded with unicorns, and gold elephants charged up trees!

_ [Illustration] Forceps in the dentist's chair, Razors in the lather ...

Lord, the black experience I've had time to gather ...

But I've thought of one thing That may pull me through-- I'm a reg'lar devil But the Devil was, too!

_There were thousands of trees with knotholed knees that kicked in a league-long rapture,_ _Birds green as a seasick emerald in a million-mile shrieking row--_ _It was sixty dollars or sixty days when the cop had made his capture....

_ _But God!

the bun was a gorgeous one, and the Faculty did not know!

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