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it would peep through one of its popping eyes and suddenly jump 

 upon one of the unlucky flies. It would tear it to pieces saving 

 the wings to the last. One day Gordon let it go as he thought 

 it would catch more of our enemies if it were loose and I have 

 no doubt that it would. Frances Duke, Force School 



One night I was at a friend's house playing games when we 

 heard something batting at the screen. When we opened it a 

 big Cynthia moth flew in. When I left for home it was perched 

 on the mantel fanning its wings. 



The next morning when I called for Claudia there were eggs all 

 over the apartment, clinging to the door, on the mantle, on the 

 table, on the floor, the window sills, the victrola, the bookcase and 

 the desk. Her aunt would not let them stay for she said she 

 was not going to have worms crawling all over the house. 

 I wish that they could have hatched. Jane Lynn 



Mr. Robin 



John Leckey, 

 Morgan School, Seventh Grade 



Were I a bird it seem.s to m.e 

 Som.e way that I would rather be 



A Robin. 

 In springtime when all life is gay, 

 I'd flit and sing the livelong day. 

 For life is sweet in m.erry May 



To Mr. Robin. 



My nest I'd build in an apple tree 

 Close by a boy I often see. 



Were I a Robin. 

 For all the birds he loves to m.ake 

 His friends, and gentle care he'll take, 

 Of m.e and mine for love's sweet sake, 



Were I a Robin. 



And then, you surely ought to see, 

 How Mr. Farmer's friend I'd be. 

 Were I a Robin. 



