THE Aroostook Woops. 

Shelter tent with bag and blanket, 
Rifle, axe and coffee kettle 
Lie behind them on the granite, 
Just below them runs the trickle. 
Speak the cronies oft of starting 
On their way down the rill; 
Yet they linger ere the parting 
From the sightly granite hill. 
For the birds are ever winging 
Back and forth o’er the divide, 
And at sunrise all are singing 
Through the forest far and wide. 
The sparrow and the chickadee 
Always friendly, now and then 
Light upon the round wood tree, 
While often chats the little wren. 
The moose bird sitting on a pole 
Whistles notes so wild and weird ; 
Tame and saucy, ever droll, 
Mimicks many another bird. 
While from the pine tree oft they hear 
The sparrows song so gladly heard ; 
Soft and sweet, and long and clear, 
Come cheery notes of this loved bird. 
They can see an ancient monarch 
Firmly standing straight and tall, 
See the lightning’s ruthless mark 
Above the other tree tops all. 
