The Birds Return

All the birds have come again,
With their happy voices;
Noisy sparrows, wren so bright,
Chirp and sing from morn 'till night;

Telling us of spring's delight,
Everyone rejoices.

On the ground and in the air see their colors flashing;
Robin dear, with breast of red, scratching in the garden bed,
Bluebird calling overhead, to and fro they're dashing.

Thro' the woods and pastures green feather'd hosts are flying,
Meadowlark with warble gay, bob-white whistling all the day,
Mockingbird in coat of gray, to their calls replying.

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