Lebel Asses BION oBeUsbeL, TIEN 19 
The Mourning Dove 
A Mourning Dove in dress of modest gray, 
Had helped to save the crops in every way. 
She ate the worms and bugs and larva too, 
Carried an insect every time she flew 
Up to her nest to feed her hungry brood. 
Did no one harm, but surely lots of good. 
Now in return she only asks that she 
Shall not be shot, but may protected be. 
Protected, even though the laws proclaim 
That for a while she shall be legal game. 
She helped mankind and more than did her part. 
So spare her, hunter, please just have a heart. 
Robin Redbreast 
Robin, dear old Robin redbreast, 
Of all the birds I think I love you best; 
You come while yet the ground is white with snow, 
And in your happy notes you seem to say 
“Cheer up, cheer up, for spring is on the way.” 
Robin, dear old Robin redbreast, 
Who seeks for shelter and for food and rest, 
Beside the door or in the leafless bough, 
Though dreary be the day, you seem somehow 
To scatter beams of sunshine and to bring 
The joyous tidings “It is almost spring.” 
Robin, dear old Robin redbreast, 
I hope that you will come and build your nest 
Close to my door, and rear your brood so shy, 
Where I can watch you teach them how to fly, 
And hear you sing in notes so loud and clear, 
‘“‘Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up, the spring is here.” 
Mrs. NELSON J. CHILDS 
