BIRD-LORE.
I.—THE CUCKOO.
The Cuckoo is a tell-tale,
A mischief-making bird;
She flies to East, she flies to West
And whispers into every nest
The wicked things she's heard;
She loves to spread her naughty lies;
She laughs about it as she flies:
"Cuckoo," she cries, "cuckoo, cuckoo,
It's true, it's true."
And when the fairies catch her
Her busy wings they dock,
They shut her up for evermore
(She may not go beyond the door)
Inside a German clock;
Inside a wooden clock she cowers
And has to tell the proper hours—
"Cuckoo," she cries, "cuckoo, cuckoo,
It's true, it's true."
R.F.
"The Silent Service."
"Horace ——, labourer, was charged with using insulting language. He was said to be training for the Navy and the case was accordingly dismissed."—Local Paper.
"If people would wear the same underclothing all the year round, and with or without the aid of a thermometer against their bedroom window vary their outer garments only, they would never be inconvenienced by changes of temperature."—Letter in Daily Paper.
And they would make an appreciable saving in their laundry bills.