OUR OWN BIRD VERSES

Evening Post, Volume CXVIII, Issue 54, 1 September 1934, Page 20

OUR OWN BIRD VERSES

I SPARROWS ON THE WALL. (Original.)' I lore tha garden In flic moni, When loses nod their howls nt dawn. 1 lovo the grass.so dowy blight That glistens la the morning llßht But little sparrows on the wall, I think! lofre them test of all. "MEIAINt! JfOMKXT" (S). I'otono. ' ■• "CHIRPING LAND." •'.■•■".' (OtletnM.) ' Tht places that I like the best. Are the trees whoro birdies build their nests. I sometimes wander In my dreams Down besldo the little streams That lead to Chirping Land. ' "HEAtHER ANCEI."' (13). Jtocra. ' ' > BIRDS IN SPRING. (Orlglnnl.) . lllncklilrdit andßtarlliiEs, ;, And ehafflnches Raj', . ■ ' ("<ime to.ifty windows ' '' . ' ' KrerS day.' ■>'■■• • ' . (Hweot little' songsters,' They trill to me. Then fly to the top 01' the wattle trc<\ "SKY .vrAJPKV (7). Mastcrton.

A SECRET. (Original.) At the bottom of our s&rd«n, Jllgh tip In a tree, 'l'here'ii % lltle birdie's nest. Snug as snug can be. As I was walking down Ihe path. I heard ft Mtl« twoet, Arid looking down I bhw a bird Itlght before my feet. . I nooped Into this little nest ' To h«« what w»s in there, And right deep down Inside the nest Were three wee blue eggi f»ir. "QUEEN OP THE BUJBBELLS" (12)! AgalO. BIRDS. .' (Original.) The bird with his twinkling- Ki'C.v eye Knurs through tli« blue, cloudless- sky, Always on tho.loflk-o»t for a juicy.slug For his- little ones fci the nest,-so'snug. Their «l(iar little voices ring out sweetly. And wink with mischief at you and me. While the sun smiles down upon it all, Watching the fragrant jonquils tall. "SUNSHINE PKIXCESS" (11), Masterton, ' '.

"THE SINGERS." ; (Original.) Always our friends are the birds. Sliming the low* day through,: 111-liming a special song of Joy .Hlght from their hearts to you. /They herald the. new day, •With beauties .vet untold, Ami With the trill «t llwlr noftt, Tell of the Joy it .may iiokl. And when the twilight falls, As they fly to the nest, They sine (in anthem then for you liefoie they steal to their rest. "I.ATOXA" (IT). Lyall B»f,

"MY BIRDIE." ; .'. , . . (Original.) ', I have a pretty birdie,And all lie has to do Is walk1, around the fowlyard. And sing "CocK'a-dOOdle-dOO" I But over tho Harden tenco ho files, Although his wing be stit; Jdy sceillliifc's scatter f»:.* and *rld»; Then with a lordly* Ctut ' ' Hark to his friends he proudly goes, "Come out^ my dears, and see .Tuat what T. do to selfish folk Who worry a chap," says he. "OLD -WITCH."; Chelsea, Victoria, .