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THE VIREO. 



Bertha A. Joslm. 



"Dear me, dear me; hear me. hear me." 



What's the matter pray .'' 

 Clatter^ clatter; chatter, chatter. 



All the livelong day. 

 Up among the bloom and leaf. 



Peeping out from underneath. 

 Little bird so pretty, O, 



Don't you ever stop to breathe. 

 Darling little Vireo ? 



Trees that screen it, dainty greenlet. 



Never screen its song. 

 "What so happy, O. as the Vireo?" 



Ringeth loud and long. 

 "What so cheery, O, as the Vireo, 



What so jolly, O, sweet. 

 What so merry, O, as the Vireo ?" 



All the leaves repeat. 



If rain doth spatter, thunder clatter. 



Still for a bit I'll be. 

 But the sun's behind it, I never mind it. 



Safe up in my tree. 

 It does not matter, the clouds will scatter. 



So I rest myself a wee, 

 Then clatter, clatter, cliatter, chatter. 



Over lawn and lea. 

 "Hear me, the Vireo, all so merry, O." 



Bubbling in my tree. 



