6o The Great Crested Fly-Catcher 
He is one that shuns the winter, 
Knows no home where snowflakes flutter. 
Insect wings proclaim his coming, 
Insect death foretells his going, 
With the arbutus he enters, 
With the goldenrod he passes, 
Hither from the south in Maytime, 
Thither with the equinoctial. 
