Orchard Oriole

Baltimore Oriole, pretty thing, Builds his nest of bits of string; He’s sociable and likes to stay Where people live and children play.

Meadow Lark has a flute-like voice, Sings a song that’s very choice; Builds his nest low, near the ground, With woven grasses arched around.

Black, solemn-looking Mr. Crow Steals the good farmer’s corn, you know; If you ask why he breaks the laws, He answers, wisely: “Caws, caws, caws.”

Friendly little Chickadee Is just as cunning as can be; Upon your window-sill he ’ll come And thank you kindly for a crumb.

Cardinal Bird wears vivid red, He’s very amiable, ’tis said; He likes fresh fruits and seeds to eat And has a song that’s very sweet.

Magpie’s a gossip—that’s the truth— A naughty, disobedient youth; We must not judge him, but suppose He does the very best he knows.

Great Blue Heron likes to fly, And so he builds his house up high, Way in the tops of tallest trees Where he lives, happy as you please.

Bob-o-link, among the clover, Tells his name over and over; He doesn’t stay North very long And when he goes we miss his song.

Indigo Bunting comes in May, Saying cheerfully: “I’m here to stay.” He’s a nice, friendly little thing, Willing at any time to sing.

Eagle has piercing yellow eyes, He’s very strong and very wise; He’s king and master over all The other birds, both great and small.