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THE VIREO. 



Bertha A. Joslin. 



"Dear me^ dear me; hear me. hear me.'^ 



What's the matter pray ? 

 Clatter, elatter; ehatter^ chatter, 



All the livelong day. 

 Up among the bloom and leaf, 



Peeping out from underneath, 

 Little bird so pretty, O, 



Don't you ever stop to breathe, 

 Darling little Vireo.^ 



Trees that screen it, dainty greenlet, 



Never screen its song. 

 "What so happy, O, as the Vireo.^" 



Ringeth loud and long. 

 "What so cheery, O, as the Vireo, 



What so jolly, O, sweet. 

 What so merry, O, as the Vireo .^" 



All the leaves repeat. 



If rain doth spatter, thunder clatter, 



Still for a bit I'll be. 

 But the sun's behind it, I never mind it. 



Safe up in my tree. 

 It does not matter, the clouds will scatter,. 



So I rest myself a wee, 

 Then clatter, clatter, chatter, chatter. 



Over lawn and lea. 

 "Hear me, the Vireo, all so merry, O." 



Bubbling in my tree. 



