BIRD CHILDREN

SIR ROOSTER is a noisy chap, He wakes you from your morning nap; He sleeps but little all night through, Crows at eleven, one and two.

MRS. HEN, the kind old dame, Always dresses just the same; She talks all day about her joys And lays nice eggs for girls and boys.

SAID GUINEA HEN: “I like to eat Three-cornered grains of nice buckwheat; I only want good, simple food To feed my Huffy little brood.”

DEAR little, downy GOSLING said: “I can’t get learning through my head; I really don’t see what’s the use— When I grow up I’ll be a goose.”

SAID FATHER GOOSE: “I think I ’ll take A stroll this morning to the lake.” MOTHER GOOSE said: "Then I ’ll go, too, And maybe take a swim with you.”

SAID YELLOW DUCKLING to his brother: “Come on, let’s hide away from mother,” But he replied: “Oh, dear me, No! We’d better not, she’d worry so.”

“HONK-HONK, Honk-honk,” old SNOW GOOSE said, “I think tonight we ’ll go to bed A hundred miles due south from here,— The snow is on the way, I fear.”

IN SHALLOW water MALLARD DUCK At fishing sometimes tries his luck; At other times he thinks it’s nice To nibble at the sweet wild rice.

MADAM SWAN’S a graceful lady, Likes to float where banks are shady; When Father Swan goes out to swim He takes the cygnets out with him.

GOLDEN PHEASANT took a notion To take a trip across the ocean, Got a nice room at the zoo And said he’d stay a year or two.

TAKING his family for a walk We see old Mr. TURKEY COCK; He dresses up in colors gay,— His wife wears quiet tones of gray.

OLD DOCTOR STORK, the kind old bird, Brings the new babies, I have heard; If you should ask him, he may bring You one to keep, beneath his wing.

SIR ROOK is English, don’t you know? Says: “Do not confound me with the Crow.” His family tree is large and old, Which makes his manner proud and cold.

PARADISE BIRD, in her new clothes, Said: “They’re expensive, goodness knows! I ’spose, because they were so dear, I ’ll have to wear them all this year.” (Red Paradise Bird)

PEACOCK’S a bird of much renown And wears a lovely cap and gown; They say he’s very, very vain And likes to show his sweeping train.

SAID NIGHTINGALE: “It’s not my way To practice singing in the day, But wait till all the rest are through And I will gladly sing for you.”

CANARY-BIRD said to his mother: “Is that bird in the tree my brother?” Mama Canary said: “Oh, no! He’s just a cousin—wild, you know.”

ORIOLE, flashing wings of flame, In the spring like sunshine came, Hung his nest away up high So his babes could see the sky. (Orchard Oriole)

BALTIMORE ORIOLE, pretty thing, Builds his nest of bits of string; He’s sociable and likes to stay Where people live and children play.

MEADOW LARK has a flute-like voice, Sings a song that’s very choice; Builds his nest low, near the ground, With woven grasses arched around.

BLACK, solemn-looking Mr. CROW Steals the good farmer’s corn, you know; If you ask why he breaks the laws, He answers, wisely: “Caws, caws, caws.”

FRIENDLY little CHICKADEE Is just as cunning as can be; Upon your window-sill he ’ll come And thank you kindly for a crumb.

CARDINAL BIRD wears vivid red, He’s very amiable, ’tis said; He likes fresh fruits and seeds to eat And has a song that’s very sweet.

MAGPIE’S a gossip—that’s the truth— A naughty, disobedient youth; We must not judge him, but suppose He does the very best he knows.

GREAT BLUE HERON likes to fly, And so he builds his house up high, Way in the tops of tallest trees Where he lives, happy as you please.

BOB-O-LINK, among the clover, Tells his name over and over; He doesn’t stay North very long And when he goes we miss his song.

INDIGO BUNTING comes in May, Saying cheerfully: “I’m here to stay.” He’s a nice, friendly little thing, Willing at any time to sing.

EAGLE has piercing yellow eyes, He’s very strong and very wise; He’s king and master over all The other birds, both great and small. (Golden Eagle)

TURKEY BUZZARD, on the wing, Is a most graceful-looking thing; Like scavengers, who come each day, He does much good in his own way.

VERMILION FLYCATCHER’S a beauty, You’ll always find him right on duty; Searches for food early and late, Bringing it to his pink-clothed mate.

YELLOW WARBLER comes to stay Along about the first of May; He likes to live by pond or rill And builds his nest with care and skill.

CURLEW runs along the shore, To him, perhaps, it’s like a floor; Whistle, and he will answer you Something like this: “Kerloo, Kerloo.” (Long-Billed Curlew)

SIR PARTRIDGE is a drummer bold, You’ll hear him drum when days are cold. He says the nicest things to eat Are red thorn apples, ripe and sweet. (Ruffed Grouse)

THE SNOWY HERON’S used to be A very fine, large family; I tell you this with great regret: Men hunt the birds their plumes to get.

SAID KING-FISHER: "The choicest dish I know of is a fresh caught fish; I love to fish, and, if you’ll wait, I’ll get you some—I need no bait.”

BROWN THRASHER is a cheerful bird, His sweet, clear carol may be heard All through the pleasant summer day; We’re sorry when he goes away.

SAID GOLDFINCH: “I believe in weeds; I live all winter on the seeds; In my snug coat of black and gold I really do not feel the cold.”

“CHEER UP, cheer up, it’s going to rain,” Sang plump SIR ROBIN, “but ’tis plain We need some moisture for the ground, So dinners may be better found.”

FLITTING ’round the swimming pool, Where the air is nice and cool, Red-winged BLACK-BIRD sings in glee: “Gloogle-ee, Gloogle-ee-e.”

QUAIL sings a song of sheer delight: “Bob White, Bob White, Bob-Bob-Bob White.” I wonder who Bob White may be To whom he calls so merrily.

KING-BIRD, like some other boys, Likes to make a lot of noise; He’s a bit boisterous in play And sometimes quarrelsome, they say.

CATBIRD is good at imitations, He mimics all his small relations; And, safely perched upon a bough, He imitates the cat’s “Me-ow.”

SAID PURPLE MARTIN to his lady: “Here’s a house all cool and shady; I surely am a lucky swallow— This beats my building plans all hollow.”

“CHE-WEE, che-wee, che-wee-che-wee,” Said REDSTART, “Will you look at me? I do not sing so well by note But see my black and orange coat!” (American Redstart)

WITH a flash of bright-hued wing, BLUEBIRD comes to say it’s spring; Sets about to build his nest Upon the tree which suits him best.

LITTLE SIR SCREECH OWL and his wife Live such a cheerful, useful life; They nest among the apple trees, Saying: “May we eat the bugs here, please?”

“WHO, WHO, who, who?” asks SIR BARN OWL, When he comes out at dusk to prowl; He has great shiny yellow eyes, And looks so very, very wise.

OSTRICH’S cousin, CASSOWARY, Wears a coat peculiar, very; It’s half like feathers, half like hair,— There’s not one like it anywhere.

OSTRICH grows to be immense But has so very little sense, For when an enemy’s at hand He covers up his head with sand.

SAID PENGUIN, pensively, one day: “Come, fishie dear, come out and play,” But fishie answered, in a fright: “I ’ve heard about your appetite.”

ALBATROSS has wings so strong That he could fly the whole day long; But if he’s tired, he can float Upon the waves, just like a boat.

THE dainty MISSES PARRAKEET A Dress all in green and look so sweet; From South America they came And “Love Bird” is their other name. (Red-Faced Lovebirds)

HUMMING BIRD, the dainty thing, Has no voice and cannot sing, He lives daintily, and sips Honey from the flowers’ lips. (Ruby Throated Humming Bird)

HERE’s a good joke about SPOONBILL: Never had hair and never will; His head is absolutely bare,— He’s happy though—he doesn’t care. (Roseate Spoonbill)

MADAME IBIS, stately bird, Stands and thinks without a word; She can’t forget that long ago She was a sort of queen, you know. (Scarlet Ibis)

SANDPIPER lives beside the water With her little son and daughter; Shows the cunning little brood Exactly where to look for food. (Least Sandpiper)

SAID STORMY PETREL: “This is fine! I do enjoy the gale called ‘line’; No matter how the storm may thicken It just suits ‘Mother Carey’s Chicken.’”

SAID fussy MADAM COCKATOO: “I always find enough to do; I’m such a busy, useful dame, I know these folks are glad I came.”

PARROT’S a very wise old bird, She can speak English well, I’ve heard; Laughs and says in manner jolly: “Have you a cracker for Miss Polly? ” (Gray Parrot)

A DREADFUL thief is old BLUE JAY, He robs the other birds, they say; He wears a handsome suit of blue, And calls a gay “Good-day” to you.

SPARROW’S an Englishman, I’m told, His manners are both rude and bold; Other birds wish he’d go away, But he says: “No, I’ve come to stay.”

AT EVENING, when the world is still, Mournfully sings the WHIP-POOR-WILL In his brown suit, all trimmed with white, He slips so softly through the night.

EAVE SWALLOW, in his nest of clay, Always has lots of things to say; He and his brothers often race, Catching the insects ’round the place.

SEA DOVE, sometimes called “Little Auk,” Flies very little, likes to walk; He wears a coat of feathers warm And doesn’t seem to mind the storm.

LOON is a fearless diver bold, He does n’t mind the heat or cold; He dives and swims—oh, very far, And then bobs up and laughs “Ha-Ha!”

MOCKING BIRD is very clever, Uses her own notes hardly ever, But saucily sings bits of song Which to the other birds belong.

“O DEAR, dear me!” WOOD-PECKER said, “The birds all shout at me, ‘Redhead’; It makes me feel so very sad, No wonder that my temper’s bad!”

TO SAVE his little home from harm, CRESTED FLYCATCHER has a charm: He finds and places in his nest A piece of Mr. Snake’s old vest.

IVORY-BILLED WOODPECKER SAID: “Dear me! They’re cutting down my family tree; Where can I live, I’d like to know, If men will spoil the forest so?”

NIGHT HAWK is lazy, sleeps all day, And then comes out at night to play; He always wears his evening clothes And when it’s daylight, home he goes.

BARN SWALLOW is a graceful thing, Catches his food upon the wing; Perhaps that’s why he is so fond Of skimming lightly o ’er the pond.

LAUGHING GULL seems free from care, He’s always laughing everywhere; He never tells what it’s about And no one yet has found it out.

STARLING’S a pretty little dear, He lives in Europe, too, we hear; The folks in Ireland, so we’re told, Think that he’s worth his weight in gold.

SAID busy little JENNY WREN: “I like to live where there are men; I come each year to the same place So I can see some friendly face.”

MOURNING DOVE is very sweet, She likes nice grains and seeds to eat; In her soft voice she calls: “Coo, coo,” Which means in Dove talk, “I love you.”

RED-SHAFTED FLICKER hops around, Eating the ants upon the ground; He builds in any hollow tree Where he’s as snug as snug can be.

GREEN JAY lives in Rio Grande, A member of a robber band; He’s very beautiful, but oh! We wish he would n’t plunder so!

COW-BIRD is lazy, sad to say, She lives in quite a selfish way; She’s neither pretty nor polite And never tries to do what’s right.

CUCKOO’S a quiet, useful bird, He eats the naughty worms, I’ve heard, And from the woods he calls to you His simple song:—“ Cuckoo, cuckoo.”

THE SNOW BIRD said: “Let’s have some fun, The storm is over—there’s the sun.” He rolled and tumbled in the snow, Like other little ones you know. (Snow-Flake)

UNDER a bridge, where all day long The brooklet sings its happy song, PHOEBE BIRD builds her nest of clay To which she comes each year to stay.

SCARLET FLAMINGO said: “Just think! I really thought this gown was pink, But when you see it in this light, It’s red—I fear it’s rather bright.”

HERE is old MR. PELICAN, He is a famous fisherman; Said he: “I do not mind wet feet If I catch fish enough to eat.”

PUFFIN walks better than he flies, He has red feet and queer white eyes; He’s such a funny little fellow With his great beak of red and yellow. (Sea Parrot)

LYRE BIRD’S an Australian child, She lives in lonely places wild, And builds upon the rocky ground The queerest nest which can be found.