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AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 



My joy will be complete. 

 Then what so happy, O, as the Vireo, 

 What so merry, O, sweet? 



I've the gift of tongues. I can make a speech. 

 I can give a sharp little Cat-bird screech. 



Me-a. Me-a. 

 All the little bugs they try to flee 

 And hide themselves in the bark of the tree, 

 But they're not spry enough for me. 



Me-a. Me-a. 

 I turn a somersault with perfect ease. 

 I swing from twig to twig of the trees. 

 I work so hard and I try to please. 



Me-a. Me-a. 



I cock my quick little roguish eye 

 When you stand so near and whistle 'and spy. 

 My little gray cap's almost awry, 



My tail's spread out like a V; 

 But you'd never harm a Vireo, 



Merry little Vireo, pretty little Vireo, see. 

 What so cheery, O, as the Vireo, 



What so jolly, O, tweet. 

 What so happy, O, as the Vireo, 



What so merry, O, sweet? 



Bertha A. Joslin. 



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