“That,” said the starling, “I’ll try to explain:
They are feasting, themselves, and they spare us this grain;
For oft, as they feast and make merry, they sing,
‘Peace upon earth and good will’——”
“But this thing”
(Said the finch), “we birds have been singing all year,
Then, why not before have they shared their good cheer?”
[WHAT THE PINE TREES SAID]
I heard the swaying pine trees speak,