SECOND DAY. 33 



he, Simon ? What is it they sing of the 

 cuckoo in our country ? 



Simon. The cuckoo 's a vine bird 



A zengs as a vlies, 

 A brengs us good tidins, 



And tells us no lies ; 

 A zucks th' smael birds' eggs, 



To make his voice clear, 

 And the mwore a cries " Cuckoo ! " 



The zummer draaws near. 



Now, vor my paart, I dwont pertickler 

 like the wosbird. A ''s too vond o 1 other 

 people's whoams ; and, as to a's voice, 

 a all us zims to I to ha" ziunmut in 's 

 keeker. If a 'd yeat a feaw scare o"* 

 snails, as the blackbirds and dreshes do, 

 instead o 1 smael birds 1 eggs, a M vind 7 s 

 zengin' mended 'oondervul, I 'm zhure. 

 But it 's pleazant time when the cuckooes 

 about that 's zartin. The whate be chit- 

 tin'' ; the ma wing graass looks vrum ; the 

 elmin trees ha** got ael their leaves on, 

 and the young rucks are makin 1 a cad- 

 die. 



