BULLETIN 



OF THE 



j Michigan Ornithological Club 





Poblished Quarterly in the Interests of Ornithology 



in the Great Lake Region. 



Vol. IV. SEPTEMBER, 1903. No. 3. 



SONG OF A NEST ROBBER. 



J. CLAIRE WOOD. 



Say ! You city fellows, 



I do> not want to blow 

 But I'll tell you something 



And something you should know. 

 Leave the dusty city 



And get out into the woods 

 Away from the street organ 



And man with the green goods. 

 When you lay around on Sunday 



A' feeling mighty blue, 

 Without the slightest notion 



Of what on earth to do, 

 Get inside your working clothes 



And come along with me, 

 And you will find a pleasure 



You never dreamed could be. 

 For everything in nature 



Is now at the very best 

 And the hawks built in the hickory 



And the eggs are in the nest. 



Some people like the city 



Because they're built that way, 

 But I prefer the country 



On most any kind of day. 

 I'd sooner hear the wood thrush 



Than the greatest opera star. 

 And would not swap the buckboard 



For a Pullman palace car. 

 If I had a million dollars, 



And I never expect to have 

 Enough to buy a bottle 



Of old St. Jacob's salve, 

 To gain a social footing 



I would not spend a dime; 



