Tree with a Bird in it — They See the Birdie by Grace Hazard and Hilda Conkling

THEY SEE THE BIRDIE

(Mrs. Conkling points maternally.

) Oh, Hilda!

see the little Bird!

If you will watch, upon my word He will come out; a Veery[1] he As like an Oboe as can be: He shall be winged, with a tail, Mayhap a Beak him shall not fail!

And I will tell him, "Birdie, oh, This is my Hilda, you must know-- And oh, what joy, if you but knew-- She shall make poetry on you!"

(The Birdie obliges, whereupon Hilda recites obediently, while her mother, concealing herself completely behind the bird, takes dictation.

) Oh, my lovely Mother, That is a Bird: Sitting on a Tree.

I am a Little Girl Standing on the Ground.

I see the Bird, The Bird sees me.

_Bird!

_ _Color of Grass!

_ _I love my Mother_ _More than I do You!

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