The Blue Jay 



By Susan Hartley Swett 



O Blue Jay up in the :\Iaple tree, 



Shaking your throat with such bursts of glee, 



How did you happen to be so blue? 

 Did you steal a bit of the lake for your crest, 

 And fasten blue violets into your vest? 



Tell me, I pray you,— tell me true ! 



Did you dip your wings in azure dye. 

 When April began to paint the sky, 



That was pale with winter's stay? 



Or were you hatched from a bluebell bright, 

 'Neath the warm, gold breast of a sunbeam light. 



By the river one blue spring day ? 



Blue Jay up in the Maple tree, 

 A-tossing your saucy head at me, 



With ne'er a word for my questioning. 

 Pray, cease for a moment your "ting a link," 

 And hear when I tell you what I think, — 



You bonniest bit of spring. 



1 think when the fairies made the flowers. 

 To grow in these mossy fields of ours, 



Periwinkles and violets rare. 

 There was left of the spring's own color, blue. 

 Plenty to fashion a flower whose hue 



Would be richer than all and fair. 



So, putting their wits together, they 

 Made one great blossom so bright and gay. 



The lily beside it seemed blurred ; 

 And, then, they said, "We will toss it in the air. 

 So many blue blossoms grow everywhere ; 



Let this pretty one be a bird !" 



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