THE FIRST BLUEBIRD

Jest rain and snow! and rain again! And dribble! drip! and blow! Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then— Some more rain and snow! This morning I was 'most afeard To wake up—when, I jing! I seen the sun shine out and heerd The first bluebird of Spring!— Mother she'd raised the winder some;— And in acrost the orchurd come, Soft as a angel's wing, A breezy, treesy, beesy hum, Too sweet fer anything! The winter's shroud was rent a-part— The sun bust forth in glee,— And when that that bluebird sung, my hart Hopped out o' bed with me!