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The Chippy now comes with his "che-che-che-che !" 



Not many birds are as early as he. 

 "Phoebe, phoebe!" Hear the imperative call 



"Come, you don't see me is heard above all. 

 Now the Song Sparrow is singing alone. 



Sweetly and clearly in musical tone. 

 Soon hear "Chebeck!" 'Tis the Flycatcher small. 



Crying "chebeck" in a querlous call. 

 "Whitchery! Whitchery ! Witchery!" Witch!" 



Comes from the Yellow-throat down by the ditch. 

 "Very early ! Very early ! Wake up! Dilatory !" 



Says Robin Redbreast in all his glory. 

 Joining with him is the Oriole heard, 



Questions he is asking of each little bird. 

 Melodious, the solo which now arises. 



Tuneful with many and sudden surprises, 

 'Tis the Bobolink, that merry fellow 



With his black vest and coat trimmed with yellow. 

 He flings his rich notes into the air, 



And warbles away with never a care. 

 'Tis five o'clock! The sun rises ! Hush ! 



List to the wonderful song of the Thrush. 

 High, clear, flutelike, smooth, descending. 



Pure, sweet and true to the very ending. 

 Over and over, with varying trills. 



All through your soul and being thrills. 

 At last 'tis silent ! When there pours forth again 



Such a wonderful chorus as e'er heard by men. 

 Each one singing his own refrain, 



Then all together and over again. 

 Thus joyfully through the long summer morn 



In the air, the grand chorus of bird song is born. 



Elizabeth S. Hill. 



