80 Bird Day Book 



THE DAYS GONE BY 



OTHE days gone by ! O the days gone by ! 

 The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye ; 

 The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail 

 As he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale; 

 When the bloom was on the clover, and the blue was in the sky, 

 And my happy heart brimmed over, in the days gone by. 



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THE FLYCATCHER CLASS 



THE Flycatcher bird is a lively bird, 

 And a way of his own hath he, 

 To perch perchance on a weed or a post 

 Or the outer branch of a tree. 



There, turning his head from side to side, 



He looks with an eager eye, 

 Above, below, and all around, 



For insects as they fly. 



On seeing one, he's off like a flash, 

 For a capture quick, and then, 



With easy, dancing flight, returns 

 To his chosen perch again. 



Oh, the Flycatcher birds are lively birds, 



And sportsmen every one, 

 They always take their game on the wing, 



Without the noise of a gun. 

 — By permission of Dr. Garrett Newkirk. 



