108 OUR NATIVE BIRDS 



Welcome they are in our schoolroom, 

 They are welcome everywhere ! 



The Robin 



1. My clear happy voice and my rust-red breast 



Are known to every child ; 

 I feel it's quite needless to make an address, 

 You 've known me a long, long while. 



2. When you hear me sing from the top of the tree 



On the bright and crisp March morn, 

 The baby claps his hands with glee 



And cries, " Oh, the robin has come ! " 

 [Boy or girl of eight to fourteen ; boy with brick-red vest, coat and 

 trousers brown; girl with brick-red waist and brown skirt, 

 high, white collar and brown wings for either boy or girl.] 



The Hummingbird 



1. I am the little hummingbird, 



The tiniest in the hall ; 

 My breast and throat are ruby-red, 

 I scarce eat bugs at all. 



2. The honey in the columbine, 



The dew on the woodland rose 

 That is the food on which I dine, 

 I dwell where the wild vine grows. 



3. My home is small as baby's spoon, 



My eggs are snowy white ; 

 Where harebells nod and lilies bloom 



You hear my humming flight. 



[Little girl, ruby-red silk collar, waist white, skirt green, wings 

 black.] 



