BIRDS OF THE YEAR
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BOB-WHITE (Autumn) When the days are growing shorter, And the nights are growing chill, And the green turns red and gold, In the wood, and on the wold, O’er the meadow, and the hill, Then, to hearts for summer sad, Sounds a message brave and glad: ' “All ’s light, All ’s bright, All ’s right, Bob-white.”’ |
THE CHICKADEE (Winter) When the air is filled with snowing, And the stormy winds are blowing, And every flower has been hidden long, There ’s a merry little neighbor Comes to cheer us in our labor With a very merry, cheery, little song. “Chickadee-dee !” says he; “Never mind me!” says he; “Let it snow, Let it blow to and fro, For I know With me ’t will agree!” says he. Minnie Leona Upton. |