I A FABLE. KNOW not what sly little fairy But every birdie tried singing, Said Robin, " I'm tired of shouting Like my neighbor dressed in blue." Said Bluebird, "I'm tired of singing Said Bobolink, ceasing his singing 66 'I'm sick of my tinkling nonsense, Said the Thrush, "I'm tired of lisping I'll hie me away to the meadows And merrily sing like the lark.” Bobolink began; - such an odd little noise; The thrush and robin and bluebird! Their airy heads with laughter, The daisies stared and blushed And the sun came up to the rescue, "Go each and attend to singing - Popular Educator. THE BIRDS' LAWN PARTY. HE birds of the woodland, in soft summer weather, THE Their neat invitations were written, you see, Then daintily tied with a fine silver thread, Who sped on her mission with a joyful glee, To flowers and insects and plants, one and all, The night soon arrived, and the moon shone so bright, The Bullfrogs and Tree-toads, who lived very near, Then followed musicians, a numerous band Who were led by Mosquitoes from Cedar Swamp Land. The Beetle came in with Miss Grasshopper Green; That the Wasp and the Spider, both stylishly dressed, There were Robin Redbreast and dear Jennie Wren; And the Nightingale, too, in a loving refrain, While lingering near, in a blackberry bush, Was the silver-tongued Linnet, and fair bride, the Thrush Now who do you think the chaperons there! The flowers and plants, though the last to appear, With just one exception - the Butterflies gay, The Daisies were peerless in robes of pure white, The Buttercups followed, of riches untold, For each was arrayed in a gown of pure gold; And the Clovers looked sweet in pale pink and white, The Rosebud, the fairest, and queen of them all, The music was charming, the feast was quite grand; There were sweetmeats enough for all guests in the land. For each little flower who daintily sups, The dancing continued, the merriment, too, The Fireflies said they would serve in her place, Then the three Mrs. Owls from guest to guest flew, The Fireflies came with their swift-flashing light, All the guests bade adieu, and their homeward way wended, From the nicest affair they had ever attended. THE HAPPY BIRD. OH, H, if I were a little bird Perched all day on a leafy tree; Oh, down in the meadow Drinking in the dew, I'd be a merry bird, say, wouldn't you? Not a single grammar lesson, Not a word to spell, Funny old schoolhouse Without any bell! Oh, a cherry for a lunch And a blossom for a book And a dinner with the honey bee, - Selected. THE HIDDEN SONGSTER. ARK! H Hear you not that long, shrill strain? Where is the singer hid? I've looked, and looked, but all in vain. Comes back in answer to my call. But "Katy-did,” and that is all He gives me in reply. |