Birds and Nature, Vol. XI, No 3, March 1902 — The Call of the Killdee

THE CALL OF THE KILLDEE.

“Killdee, killdee.

” The pleasantest sight to me Is a little brown bird with a curious word;

A queer little word that to-day I have heard For the very first time this spring, you see, And that queer little word is “Killdee, killdee.

” That curious word is “Killdee.

” “Killdee, killdee.

” It is cheery and clear as can be.

And there’s snow in the gully not melted away, And ice in the river; I saw it to-day.

Yet there he goes dipping and skimming along And singing so blithely his queer little song: “’Tis spring.

Killdee, Killdee.

” —Mary Morrison.