THE KINGFISHER.
Reading edition
Where the white lilies quiver By the sedge in the river, I fly in and out, I hunt all about; For I am the daring kingfisher, kingfisher! Rod and line have not I, But, a fish when I spy, From the tree-top I start, And down, down, I dart; For I am the daring kingfisher, kingfisher! My dinner I make, My pleasure I take, And the fish must be quick That would parry my trick; For I am the daring kingfisher, kingfisher! Now summer is near, And the boys will be here; But I fly or I run, When I look on a gun, Tho' I am the daring kingfisher, kingfisher!
Emily Carter.
