THE BIRDS BEFORE UNCLE SAM 7 
2. Then throw me some wheat, where the worm fence! 
leans, 
In garden, brush, or field. 
The winter, cold winter leaves Bob White few 
means, — 
Give him of your rich harvest yield. 
[Boy of eight to twelve, dressed in a brown calico with white 
markings of any kind, wings of the same material, collar 
white. ] 
The Blue Jay 
1. Why do you urchins call a dandy a jay ? 
Forbid them to name me dude! 
All you pert fellows, I truly must say, 
Are oftentimes painfully rude! 
2. Sure, I have beauty and a voice not so bad, 
I brighten drear winter days ; 
I’m never more naughty than ’most any lad 
Though bird eggs I need in my plays. 
[Boy of eight to twelve, vest light blue, coat and trousers dark 
blue, wings dark blue. ] 
The Owl 
1. Whoo-whoo, whoo-whoo, don’t talk like big fools ! 
Who will give me a pair of smoked glasses ? 
My ears need some cotton, just reach me a handful ; 
Your noise sounds like brass bands in masses. 
1 The old-time zig-zag fence. 
