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OUR HOME BIRDS. 
The Orioles all Together. 
What a nestful ! one, two, three, 
Four, five — Winkie, Blinkie, Blee, 
Binniwink, and Willawee. 
Winkie. 
Five little babies in one cradle ! 
Here we lie ! 
Blinkie. 
Oh how high, oh how high, 
Papa and mamma have hung our cradle ! 
Blee. 
Close to the sky ! close to the sky ! 
Binniwink. 
Oh, how we swing now 
On such a little bough ! 
Here we go ! 
Up and down, and to and fro, 
On the tree-top swinging so ! 
We’ 11 not fear 
’Way up here. 
In all the world there are but four 
Frightful things ; there are no more. 
Only two will dare come near ; 
Owls and snakes are all we fear ; 
Boys and pussies can’t come here. 
Willawee. 
How the breeze, the good little breeze, 
On his way through the great elm trees, 
Softly sings to us, “ Lullaby, dearies !” 
