Tree with a Bird in it — Carlo the Gardener by Thomas Augustin Daly

_Tom Daly_ (Showing the Italian's love of the Beautiful, which he makes his own more than the Anglo-Saxon dreams of doing.

) CARLO THE GARDENER

De poets dey tinka dey gotta da tree, Dey gotta da arta, da birda--but me, I lova da arta, I lova da flower, (Ah, _bella fioretta_!

) I waita da hour: I mowa da grass, I rake uppa da leaf-- I brava young Carlo--Maria!

fine t'ief!

I waita Till later.

Da poets go homa, go finda da sup', I creep by dis tree and I digga her up, (Da Grackla, da blossom, da tree-a I love, _Per Dio!

_ and da art!

) So I giva da shove, I catcha da birda, I getta da tree, I taka to Rosa my wife, and den she-- She gotta In potta!