[A Flock of Swallows Rising]:
Zip! Zip! You may count on the Swallow! We hear, and anear we will be; The rest, if they like, may follow O’er land and o’er sea.
[A Bluebird to Her Mate]:
Weary! Oh, weary! Oh, weary! It’s a long, long, long way, dearie!
[A Robin]:
Quip! Quip! Cheer up! Cheer up! But I think we ought first to sup; With such a long journey ahead, Pilgrims should be well fed—— Quip! Quip!
[A Highlander Shouts from the Top of a Dead Tree]:
A-wick-wick! wick-wick! wick-wick! wick! Yare-op! If all this senseless chatter you would stop, And listen, an announcement I would make: Old Father Crane will soon be here to take All you small folks upon his back—Wick-wick!
Chorus of Small Birds [Chippy, Wren, Yellow-bird, Pewee, Kinglet, etc.]:
Peet-weet! Zit! Zit! Cheeree! Ittee! Be Quick! Edith M. Thomas.