BUZARDS
I AST my sister: “Dont you think buzards is awfle nasty fellers for to eat sech things as they do?”
My sister she said: “What can you xpect of birds that live on a carry on diet?”
Thats like old Gaffer Peters, which has got the bald head. My mother she said to him: “Gaffer, the sun is mighty hot to day.”
Old Gaffer he said: “Yes, mam, there aint nothing like a warm day for to heat up the sun.”
There is folks in Pershia which worships the sun, and one day one of them fellers was down on his kanees a worshipin as hard as he culd, and a good mitionary preacher come a long and said: “What a poor ignant heathener, for to worship some thing that you can see!”
But the feller which was to his devotions he said: “I aint sech a fool as you think, for Ime as blind as a bat.”
There was a hum bird a sippin neckter out of a hunny suckle and there was a buzerd, and the buz he said to the hum: “I would rather starv than eat sech stuff as that.”
The hum said: “I am drove to it. When ever I try for to eat a dead horse one of you fellers says: 'Let that a lone, sonny, for it is pizen. It hasnt been long enoughf dead.’”
The buz he said: “Well, if you want to pizen your self you may as well do it with hunny suckles as by spilin our dinner fore it is ready.”
But fore I would eat any thing which is dead Ide live on salt pork.