The first bird heard this. He was a wood-thrush. "Do you think we can believe that?" he asked of his friend, who was a vireo.
"It is as well to watch them," said the vireo. "I lost some eggs once."
"Listen to them," said the wood-thrush. "They are trying to sing, too."
"Birds of air, O, list to me,
I am searching for a key
Golden as the silky curl
Growing on this little girl.
If you'll give the key to me
I'll give you the curl, you see;
Curls are soft and are the best