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In May 
’Tis May and on the trees are seen 
Many tiny leaves of green. 
The birds are busy as can be 
Flying about from tree to tree, 
As lively Mr. Robin sings 
The welcome news he always brings: 
It’s spring. 
The lilac bushes are in bloom. 
Their lovely perfume fills the reom, 
While yonder in the pansy bed, 
A purple flower lifts her head. 
The wises that line the walk 
To one another seem to talk 
About spring. 
An early morning in the park 
Yow ll surely see the meadow-lark, 
And blue jay with his crested head, 
The cardinal with his coat of red. 
Yowll see another lively fellow 
The goldfinch, he’s all golden yellow 
In spring. 
Of warblers, you may have your choice, 
And hear the catbird’s funny voice, 
The martin’s song sounds like a flute, 
The starling,—my, he’s such a brute. 
The red-headed woodpecker in the tree 
Is drumming away so merrily, 
In spring. 
And let us all befriend the birds, 
For we can never tell in words 
How helpful they are to us all. 
Although they are so very small. 
They rid the trees of insect pests 
So let us not disturb their nests, 
In spring. 
When all the trees are green in May, 
Why don’t you take a walk some day? 
Be very quiet, and look around 
Up in the trees and on the ground. 
I’m sure, if you will only look 
You'll find enough to fill a book 
About spring. 
—AUDREY RAMONA EGGERS (11 years of age) 
(Written after attending the trips in Lincoln Park) 
