Oriole
See my pretty little nest,
Built of bits of string;
When the breezes whisper near,
You should see it swing!
There are four wee babies there,
In that silken cradle,
They’ll sing grown-up Oriole songs,
Soon as they are able.
-------Marion Mitchell Walker
Friday, July 17, 2009
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