A STRANGE CAT-BIRD.
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In the dear old cedar-tree that stands Before my cottage door A bird's' nest 'mid the top-most boughs Has been a year or more; And looking from my window, I This morning chanced to see. The queerest bird upon that nest In that old cedar-tree. For wings, an extra pair of legs He had; for feathers, fur: For beak, a little pinkish nose; And for a song, a purr. A cat-bird he, but no cat-bird That ever hopped or flew Would own him as a brother-bird, Or greet him with a mew. But there he was upon the nest, A-blinking in the sun, And thinking to himself, no doubt. "Oh! this is jolly fun." And anything much cunninger I'm sure could never be Than that gray kitten playing bird In our old cedar-tree.
A STRANGE CAT-BIRD.—Drawn by Sol Eytinge, Jun.
