I know the sparrow’s saucy note,
The robin’s cheerful chirrup;
The thrush sings from his speckled coat
Like gurgling maple syrup.
I’ve heard the nighthawk on the wing;
And whistling Bobwhite’s call;
Some birds I know sing in the spring,
And some sing in the fall.
But when cold winds blow loud and strong,
The redbird sings all winter long!
by Ray Romine Sunday, August 26, 1951
