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mouths waiting to be filled ! Ah, that is 

 the mother bird's world, and she fills it as 

 only a mother can. 



Song-sparrow will be along directly. 

 He is not much to look at, but wait until 

 his liquid song floats down the morning 

 stillness, then you will thank Heaven that 

 he has returned. 



Yes, the whole gay-coated throng will 

 soon be here, for the spring comes on 

 rapidly, once the shad-blossom shakes 

 out its white folds. The Baltimore 

 oriole, with its orange and yellow tunic 

 and its flutelike song, the tanager, with 

 its scarlet coat and its high shrill melody. 

 Together tanager and oriole, who is the 

 true robin, will flash across the fields 

 catching the full sunlight and dazzling us 

 with their brightness. Down in the 

 meadow, the gayest, sweetest song of all 

 will soon be heard. For bobolink will 



