THE BIRDS.
♦ By EDNA STAKK. M.8.G.. Motumioho. (Age 9 years.) Original. Oh, how I love the little birds, That flit from tree to tree. But better still I love the ones That sing their songs to me. The thrush sings from the topmost bough Of a roacrocarpa tree; The lark soars high among the clouds, And sings so merrily. The thrush sines of his cosy nest, And tiny babies three; The lark sings to his little mate, Of babes there are to be. I often wonder in the night, When the darkness I can see, Where all my feathered friends ar e hid— If they are warm like me 1 ■
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVIII, Issue 20988, 26 September 1931, Page 4 (Supplement)
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110THE BIRDS. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVIII, Issue 20988, 26 September 1931, Page 4 (Supplement)
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