^2 The Blue jay 
Retribution sometimes follows 
On the footsteps of this monster. 
Crows will fly among the savins, 
Search among the bristling branches, 
Find the nests of roots and bark strips 
Armed with barbs and twinei with bram- 
bles, 
Full of eggs or young just gaping — 
Dainty morsels those for crows' tongues. 
Harsh the clamor when the robber 
Comes to find his own home wasted, 
Wild the screams and fierce the anger, 
Vain the flights around the nesting. 
Man admires him for his feathers, 
Loves to watch him in the winter 
Boldly fly among the poultry, 
Snatching golden kernels from them, 
But his peers alone can judge him 
Justly, clearly, on his merits. 
One and all they call him outlaw. 
Hate him, loathe him, fear him, spurn 
him. 
