AUTUMN AMONG THE BIRDS
[Enter a little Snipe, crying]:
Peet-weet! Peet-weet! I’ve such cold feet, And nothing to eat! The creek is so high That I can’t keep dry Except when I fly! Peet-weet!
[A Kildeer]:
Kildee! Kildee! Kildee! This is no place for me! The southland I must seek—— Kildee!
[A Bobolink]:
Link-a-link! Link-a-link! My diet has made me weak; The fields of rice must be so nice.
[To the Kildeer]:
I’ll go with you, I think—— Link-a-link!