108 OUR NATIVE BIRDS 
Welcome they are in our schoolroom, 
They are welcome everywhere ! 
The Robin 
1. My clear happy voice and my rust-red breast 
Are known to every child ; 
I feel it’s quite needless to make an address, 
You ’ve known me a long, long while. 
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When you hear me sing from the top of the tree 
On the bright and crisp March morn, 
The baby claps his hands with glee 
And cries, ‘* Oh, the robin has come!” 
[Boy or girl of eight to fourteen ; boy with brick-red vest, coat and 
trousers brown; girl with brick-red waist and brown skirt, 
high, white collar and brown wings for either boy or girl.] 
The Hummingbird 
‘1. Iam the little hummingbird, _ 
The tiniest in the hall ; 
My breast and throat are ruby-red, 
I scarce eat bugs at all. 
2. The honey in the columbine, 
The dew on the woodland rose 
That is the food on which I dine, 
I dwell where the wild vine grows. 
3. My home is small as baby’s spoon, 
My eggs are snowy white; 
Where harebells nod and lilies bloom 
You hear my humming flight. 
[Little girl, ruby-red silk collar, waist white, skirt green, wings 
black.] 
