And gladly his echoes were welcomed by all,
As each took his place in the Nature-trained choir,
And bird after bird began tuning his lyre.
The songsters had started a sweet roundelay,
When suddenly up bounced a meddlesome Jay.
He wanted to sing,
This feathered thing;
Or brilliant colors to impress,
With spontaneous wantonness;
With spirit too to over-rule,