THE LOSER PAYS.
I know a bird as black as jet With yellow beak, and beady eye, We say ho is a thief, and yet, Because ho sings, we let him fly. We hear them ship at early morn, In unison their songs ascend. Tlio brightening hues of fragrant, dawn, With strains of bird-song sweetly blend. Xo human choir 011 all tlie earth. Can give us music so divine, So full full of ecstacy and worth And praise with harmony combine. So if we prison, trap or shoot These useful birds, nor heed their worth, All insect pests will multiply That now abound upon tlie earth. Our Heavenly Father made the birds. And gave the fruit, with lots to spare. CJreedy churl is he, indeed, Who'd grudge the birds their rightful share! Ye thoughtless ones, spare now the birds Whose songs enthrall these wintry days; If they are banished from the land, Remember this, the loser pays! —W.A.IL, Golf Road.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVIII, Issue 20958, 22 August 1931, Page 4 (Supplement)
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