Ruffed Grouse

The Snowy Heron’s used to be A very fine, large family; I tell you this with great regret: Men hunt the birds their plumes to get.

Said King-Fisher: "The choicest dish I know of is a fresh caught fish; I love to fish, and, if you’ll wait, I’ll get you some—I need no bait.”

Brown Thrasher is a cheerful bird, His sweet, clear carol may be heard All through the pleasant summer day; We’re sorry when he goes away.

Said Goldfinch: “I believe in weeds; I live all winter on the seeds; In my snug coat of black and gold I really do not feel the cold.”

“Cheer up, cheer up, it’s going to rain,” Sang plump Sir Robin, “but ’tis plain We need some moisture for the ground, So dinners may be better found.”

Flitting ’round the swimming pool, Where the air is nice and cool, Red-winged Black-Bird sings in glee: “Gloogle-ee, Gloogle-ee-e.”

Quail sings a song of sheer delight: “Bob White, Bob White, Bob-Bob-Bob White.” I wonder who Bob White may be To whom he calls so merrily.

King-Bird, like some other boys, Likes to make a lot of noise; He’s a bit boisterous in play And sometimes quarrelsome, they say.

Catbird is good at imitations, He mimics all his small relations; And, safely perched upon a bough, He imitates the cat’s “Me-ow.”

Said Purple Martin to his lady: “Here’s a house all cool and shady; I surely am a lucky swallow— This beats my building plans all hollow.”

“Che-Wee, che-wee, che-wee-che-wee,” Said Redstart, “Will you look at me? I do not sing so well by note But see my black and orange coat!”