Proudly sang out, “I’m-a-teacher, a TEACHER;”
And Maryland Yellow-throat piped, “What a pity,
You can’t sing a sweet, old-fashioned ditty!
What a pity!”
From the wayside just then came a mocking “meow;”
“If the rest of you follow, I’ll join in the row;
“And why not now?
A fuss somehow—
Meow, meow!”
But lo! the voice softened and turned to a tune,