40 THE CAROLINA PARROT. 
But I’m of Carolina—to the Big-bone lick I’ve 
been, —- 
Now in that country there is something to be 
seen ! 
Our Captain knows that! Ay, Captain, I say, 
Do you remember crossing the Cedar Swamp 
one particular day, 
When I got out of your pocket and flew 
away ? 
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! How it makes me 
laugh ! 
You ’d a pretty chase after me!—ha! ha! a 
pretty chase ! 
And I sat in the hiccory trees, laughing in 
your face ! 
Ha! ha! ha! how I did laugh. 
What cypress-berries, cockle-burrs, and beech- 
nuts grew there! 
You may look all this country over, and find 
none anywhere. 
And what fun it was—me, and a thousand be- 
beside, 
To fly in the merry sunshine through those 
forests wide, 
