104 OUR NATIVE BIRDS 



The Rose-breasted Grosbeak 

 There's another baneful nuisance 

 By which we do suffer much, 

 The professional bird collector, 

 That bad man who steals our eggs. 

 Nothing does he with our bodies, 

 No use makes he of our eggs ; 

 Just collects for all blood money, 

 Or locks all up in his case. 

 Little he cares for our habits, 

 Nothing cares he for our song, 

 All the boys that see him prowling 

 Surely take to prowling too. 

 Killing, stealing, he calls taking; 

 Oh, protect us from this fiend ! 



Uncle Sam 

 [To the attorneys and the public] 



If you ever catch that knave, 



I'll put him in a dungeon 



Where he'll never hurt bird or beast. 



The Slue-winged or the G-reen-winged Teal 



It is with no little chagrin 

 That we also make complaint 

 Against men that go out hunting, 

 Against boys that live in camps, 

 When their sultry schoolroom closes, 

 When blue flags in marshes bloom. 



