FLICKER 
“If you will go with me to the birds’ foot race, 
I’ll take you to my pretty place. 
I hate to go there all alone, 
When I am so far away from home.” 
THE FLICKER 
“There will be scores and scores 
Of pretty birds there. 
But with you and me 
They will not compare. 
“I expect some of them will be very slow, 
That is one reason you should go. 
The races you will love to see. 
Be sure you do not disappoint me.” 
THE ORIOLE MAKES ENGAGEMENT 
WITH THE FLICKER 
THE ORIOLE 
‘Cuk, Cuk, Cuk, Quit-U, Quit-U, 
That’s a pretty home you have up there. 
But with mine it don’t compare, 
Yours is only a hole in a tree 
Mine is up high so no one can see. 
BALTIMORE ORIOLE 
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