The Youth's Coronal

by Hannah Flagg Gould

The Mocking Bird

A Mocking Bird was he,

In a bushy, blooming tree,

Imbosomed by the foliage and flower.

And there he sat and sang,

Till all around him rang,

With sounds, from out the merry mimic's bower.

The little satirist

Piped, chattered, shrieked, and hissed;