These ducks have voices sweet to hear,
And frequently before us
They stretch their mouths from ear to ear,
And sing to us in chorus.
THE BIRDS AND THE WIRE
Upon the quivering wire,
As hearkening to a lyre,
The sparrows gather at the break of day.
Perhaps that vibrant string
Is tuned that they may sing
An anthem to the glories of the May.
A HARD QUESTION
Here are two pairs of funny beasts,
I hardly know their habits—
Perhaps they may be elephants—
Perhaps they may be rabbits.
In conversation they appear
Withdrawn from one another,
As if attempting to decide
What name to give the other.