THE BIRDS BEFORE UNCLE SAM 117 



2. Then throw me some wheat, where the worm fence 1 



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. 



