Caw! Caw!
WHAT HAPPENS IN SPRING WHEN THE LITTLE BIRDS SING.
In the merry spring time, thus says my song,
When the sun shines bright and the days grow long,
And the crocuses brilliant, in purple and gold,
Bloom in the gardens in numbers untold;
When in the fields the grass grows green,
And a few early lambs are seen;
When daffodils in gaudy gowns
Look gay upon the verdant downs,
And fair spring flowers of each degree
In every sheltered nook you see.
HOW MANY STICKS GO TO THE NEST OF A CROW.
Upon a bright and sunny day
The Crows to one-another say,
“Caw! Caw! our nests now let us build.” Away they fly: each beak is fill’d
With little sticks of beechen wood,
With which they build their houses good:
When all is done, with joy they see
The work of their community.