But oft he stops in his sweetest note,
And shaking a flower from the blossoming bough,
Drawls out: "Mi-eu, mi-ow!"
—Edith M. Thomas.
THE MOCKING BIRD.
He didn't know much music
When first he come along;
An' all the birds went wonderin'
Why he didn't sing a song.
They primed their feathers in the sun,