AUNT MARIA'S SWALLOWS. The little, helpless, timid things, Looked up, and looked below, And thought, before they tried their wings, The parents seemed, at last, to tire And forth they went, to beg or hire And soon they came, with rushing noise, Before the school-house door. They flew about, and perched about, And called aloud, with constant shout, The little birds, they seemed half crazed, They gazed upon the playful flock, And tried their winged ways to mock, And mocked their twittering cries. 227 They stretched themselves, with many a shake, Did they their feathery toilet make, Three times the neighbors came that day, The perpendicular they taught, To learn their lessons well. Down from the nest at last they dropped, And round among the logs they hopped, Then back again they feebly flew, And twittered a polite adieu To all their friendly neighbors. Next day they fluttered up and down : AUNT MARIA'S SWALLOWS. Each day they practised many hours, I thought they would be caught in showers, But when the sun sank in the west, My favorites would return, And then they dropped away to sleep, But soon the nest became too small, And when it would not hold them all, Three of the five first went away, My heart was sad to find, one night, I saw them by the dim twilight, 229 But still they often met together, Yet often, when the sun was clear, Just as when human beings roam, Where lived his darling mother. Months passed away, and still they came, To catch the sleepy flies. Into our supper-room they flew, But winter comes, and they are gone And left their human friends alone, To wish that Spring would come. THE HEN AND HER DUCKS. 231 THE HEN AND HER DUCKS. There was a little hen, Very small and thick, But in the straw, one day, The farmer heard her cluck, And soon the hen marched out She never understood. Proud was the little Biddy, When she called Chuck! chuck! She did not know, the niddy, A chicken from a duck. |