THE BIRDS’ CONCERT.

There’s going to be a concert Out in the apple trees; When the air is warm and balmy, And the floating summer breeze Waft down the pale pink blossoms Upon the soft green grass:— A lovely place to sit and dream, For each little lad and lass! The concert will open early When the sun lights up the skies:— You’ll miss the opening anthem If you let those sleepy eyes Stay closed, and do not hasten Out ’neath the orchard trees, Where the pink and snowy shower Is caught in the morning breeze. The robins will swing in the branches, And carol, and whistle and sing. The thrush, who is coming to-morrow, Will a charming solo bring. The wrens will warble in chorus, Rare music, so touching and sweet; The orioles sent for their tickets, And will surely give us a treat. The concert will open at sun-rise, All the June-time sweet and fair; There’ll be a grand full chorus, For all the birds will be there. The concert is free to the children, And is held in the apple trees, And the birds will sing in a chorus, “O come to our concert—please!”