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Mr. Flicker Writes a Letter 



BY GARRETT NEWKIRK 



People : 



Tell me where you scare up 



Names for me like 'Flicker,' 'Yarup,' 

 ' High-hole,' ' Yucker,' 'Yellow-hammer 



None of these are in my grammar — 

 ' Piquebois jaune, ' (Woodpick yellow). 



So the Creoles name a fellow. 



Others call me 'Golden-wings,' 

 'Clape.'and twenty other things 



That I never half remember. 



Any summer till September. 



Many names and frequent mention 

 Show that I receive attention, 

 And the honor that is due me ; 

 But if you would interview me 

 Call me any name you please, 

 I'm 'at home' among the trees. 

 Yet I never cease my labors 

 To receive my nearest neighbors, 

 And 'twill be your best enjoyment 

 Just to view me at employment. 



I'm the friend of every sower, 

 Useful to the orchard grower, 

 Helping many a plant and tree 

 From its enemies to free, — 

 They are always food for me. 

 And I like dessert in reason. 

 Just a bit of fruit in season, 

 But my delicacy is ants. 

 Stump or hill inhabitants ; 

 Thrusting in my sticky tongue, 

 So I take them, old and young. 



Surely we have found the best 

 Place wherein to make our nest — 

 Tunnel bored within a tree. 

 Smooth and clean as it can be. 

 Smallest at the open door, 

 Curving wider toward the floor. 

 Every year we make a new one. 

 Freshly bore another true one ; 

 Other birds, you understand, 

 Use our old ones, second-hand, — 

 Occupying free of rent. 

 They are very well content. 



To my wife I quite defer, 

 1 am most polite to her. 

 Bowing while I say, ' kee-cher.' 

 Eggs we number five to nine. 

 Pearly white with finish fine. 

 On our nest we sit by turns, 

 ^ Vu So each one a living earns ; 



Though I think I sit the better, 

 When she wishes to, I let 'er ! 



— Flicker 

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