To A Bluejay 



A flash of blue, 



A scolding cry. 

 Who is it darts across the sky? 



Upon a twig, 



Above his nest, 

 He sings,, and sings, and sings his best. 



"You thief! You thief!" 



He calls aloud. 

 Yet, he's the one thief in the crowd. 



The bluejay calls, 



The bluejay cries. 

 'Tis he, who darts across beneath the skies. 



Elizabeth L. Langenbeck, 

 7th Grade, Powell School, 



Washington, D. C. 



Mister Crow 



Dew in the morning, 



Spring's in the land, 

 Old Mister Crow 



Is here with his band. 

 Shiny and saucy. 



The old fellow I saw, * 



Down in the corn field, 



"Caw! Caw! Caw!" 



Sun hot and glowing. 



Summer is here; 

 Crow hunting breakfast, 



Hop, grasshopper dear: 

 Farmer is coming. 



Calls you a pest; 

 Fly, Mister Crow, 



Fly to your nest. 



Snow on the mountains, 



Winter is here. 

 Everything lonesome. 



Everything drear; 

 But up in the tree top, 

 My old friend I saw, 

 Saucy and cheery, 

 "Caw! Caw! Caw'" 



John Leckey, 



7th Grade Morgan School, 



Washington, D. C. 



