OUR NATIVE BIRDS
Gay native songsters, Happy and free, May you never know Captivity. Yours is the bushland, Shady and cool; Great spreading branches— Small fern-fringed pool. Yours is the music I love to hear— Golden-voiced tui, Bellbird so dear. You are God’s minstrels, Children of song, Chanting His praises All the day long. God grant that never Your music fades From our green valleys, From our bush glades. (5 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to Dorothy Gordon, Timaru). STUPIDITY STREET I saw with open eyes Singing birds sweet Sold in the shops For the people to eat, Sold in the shops of Stupidity Street. I saw in a vision The worm in the wheat, And in the shops nothing For people to eat; Nothing for sale in Stupidity Street. —Ralph Hodgson.
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Timaru Herald, Volume CXXXIX, Issue 20065, 23 March 1935, Page 13
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133OUR NATIVE BIRDS Timaru Herald, Volume CXXXIX, Issue 20065, 23 March 1935, Page 13
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