THE HUMMINGBIRD
Reading edition
BUZ-Z! whir-r!—a flash and away! A midget bejeweled ’mid flowers at play! A snip of a birdling, the blossom-bells’ king, A waif of the sun-beams on quivering wing!
O prince of the fairies, O pigmy of fire, Will nothing those brave little wings of yours tire? You follow the flowers from southern lands sunny, You pry amid petals all summer for honey.
Now rest on a twig, tiny flowerland sprite, Your dear little lady sits near in delight; In a wee felted basket she lovingly huddles,— Two dots of white eggs to her warm breast she cuddles!
Whiz-z! whiff! off to your flowers! Buzz ’mid the perfume of jasmine bowers! Chatter and chirrup, my king of the fays, And laugh at the song that I sing in your praise.
